Whithered Roses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A brief poem about love, heart break, and change

Submitted: September 20, 2011

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Hollow, drifting aimlessly through empty rooms
listening to the walls as they echo words of the past
Empty I have lost myself and yet I look in the mirror and there I am
A shell of the former me
Lifeless my eyes still sparkle when I laugh
Yet I know that just beneath the glistening abyss lies a withered soul
I was happy once
A rose entered my life and I was captivated by its beauty
I wanted so much to be forever in the presence of my rose
So I clung to it even as it thorns tore the flesh from my hands I clung
But the rose is much as I am now a shell of its former self
And so I watched it wither in my hand choosing freedom on the thresh hold of deaths embrace
Rather than the cages of my heart
I look in the mirror and I no longer see myself
the sparkle that u see in my smile is as fragile as a tear
and as I wither
Alone in these empty rooms
listening to the walls that echo the past so brilliantly
I wonder when is it that I became your rose
 


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