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Look at the rose Alone in the bush Its crimson red petals wilting away Its thorns dripping hate No mortal eye can see
I watch the moonless sky Wondering the "thing" I am to one day become And see myself reflected in a lone rose A rose whose petals resemble so well The crimson color that I shed While black tears stream
This rose resembled my soul, Its solitude, loneliness Reminding me all to much of the days spent without you
But there is nothing to do but watch Watch you smile with her Laugh with her, Hug and kiss her And listen to my heart shatter, Notice it fall and not run to its aid
Sitting, Watching, Listening. It was too much to bear A knife, so simple to reach plunged into My heart
A hand reaches out to the rose, One I recognize as my own Carresing its soft petals Cutting fingers on its thorns
Cold lips form a grim smile, Frozen hands holding the rose to my heart As the ground soaks in Crimson No one came. No one knew Nothing understood
I screamed my soul But was never heard I whispered my insecurities, no one wondered. The things I say I say in silence And will forever remain In that dark silence Staring into a lightless sky, my only company a lone rose
A rose whose Crimson petals wilt away slowly A rose whose thorns drip with hate no human could dream A rose
Mistress_of_dark_flames · Sun Dec 16, 2007 @ 12:14am · 1 Comments |