Looking tonight into the constant flower of my past
I had to drop it over the bridge to move on
But the beauty overwhelmed me
A small blood-red rose
Perfect in every shape and form
My eyes couldn’t look away
Against the strongest of urges I let it fall back to oblivion
And she doesn’t need me to be a thorn
The rose seems unaware of how much I need it to be
The blossoming beauty to start my everyday
The rose is oblivious to the fact that I would give everything I own
To pluck it and put her in the vase alongside myself
To whither together with our sickest of smiles
To have and to hold until the grace of a harsh winter’s frost
Could take us together
Perhaps if I still had this rose in my possession
My life would be what it should
Or perhaps it would be plagued
Either way, all that I know
Standing over the rushing waters that wish to take her away
Is that this night I feel like my bouquet is complete
And I have yet to let her go

07/26/2009

Posted on 07/26/2009
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