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I plucked a thorny rose and held it to my heart
I prayed my rose would never depart
I held my rose until she fell apart
And gazed at petals with which I couldn’t part
I gathered them in my hands from the ground
I wept there for them and thought I would drown
Then I took my wilted petals and looked all around
Until a safe place I had found
There I pressed them still and went away
Thinking of my lost rose every day
I wondered what I could say
To make my rose come back to play
My rose had withered and died
Left to me was only my pride
I felt as if before that day I had never cried
As if my heart wept too the day my rose died
The thorny stem bites into my hands, deep
And the blood wells in the wounds as my veins weep
The only true secrets are the ones our hearts keep
As in sorrowful moments they seep
Memories like petals in a mind
Sometimes tear and sometimes bind
Give us light when we may be blind
Bring us answers we otherwise couldn’t find
I will keep them pressed in my heart
And hold them tight as tears start
Days will pass and it will become only another part
And in this way my rose will never really depart
- by Luciferica |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/20/2010 |
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- Title: My Rose
- Artist: Luciferica
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A poem about someone I once loved - Date: 01/20/2010
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- thomulus - 01/29/2010
- Beautiful smile , A few sketchy rhymes though
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