It stood there,
On the pedestal,
Shining and gleaming in the sunlight,
Ever so beautiful and seducing,
Making everything else around it seem dull,
Yet so fragile to the touch,
It could crack or even shatter,
At any moment,
Nevertheless,
I reached out to it,
Took it into my hand and my care,
Not regarding the thorns cutting me,
For I still loved and cared about it,
No matter what happens,
Whether it to be to me or it.
Yep, another poem. An old one at that, written months ago, in either March or April. It was dedicated to my girlfriend, the rose is supposed to represent her, my love, if anybody hasn't guessed. biggrin
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Just a journal, that I'll be putting things from what happened in my day, to my works of literature. Though it will be mostly poems for now.
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