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My Rose (this is an old one...)
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My Rose (this is an old one...) |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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My Rose Falling in love; it hurts so much. The pain just grows as you're falling apart. But how is it that it hurts even more If i never had you from the start. Does any of this mean one damn thing? Is this all just wasted time i've spent? I always trip on the line that divides who I am and who I invent. Neither one of us will let the other in too deep. Too afraid of what the other's gonna think. All this pain and failure makes me feel like I've been living a hundred years. I can't remember ever sleeping without a pillow full of tears. My soul is abused and gone; I keep coming back for more. You're the prettiest rose in the garden; And I'm bleeding from the thorns. How can wanting to give you the world be something I shouldn't feel? Are cold shoulders and dodging eyes signs of emotions not so real? You never could really look me in the eye. Cover up your lies with all my truths. Haven't you heard? Love's a two-way street. I got a feeling I'm bein' used. The past always holds the better days. Then i tripped on the feeling of being alive. i mistook you for someone who gave a damn. The good memories are struggling to survive. I was on my knees, prayin' for rain. Didn't know I'd get a storm. You're the prettiest rose in the garden; and I'm bleeding from the thorns. Maybe someplace, far from now When I don't need to remember anymore, I'll stop by and pay you a visit to pick up my heart from your bedroom floor. While I'm there, I'd also like back my intensity and my attitude. And if you're finished, I'd like my soul and all the emotions you abused. If you could just take off your armor and leave your status home for the night. See the Me you always ignore. See the Me you could learn to like. Why am I the Runner-up whenever i run your race? But play the game inside my heart and you'll always get first place. Gave you my heart but you didn't seem to know what it was for. You still the prettiest rose in the garden. And I'm still bleeding from the thorns. We all got somethin' we need to atone for. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The past always holds the better days. Then i tripped on the feeling of being alive. i mistook you for someone who gave a damn. The good memories are struggling to survive. I was on my knees, prayin' for rain. Didn't know I'd get a storm. You're the prettiest rose in the garden; and I'm bleeding from the thorns. Maybe someplace, far from now When I don't need to remember anymore, I'll stop by and pay you a visit to pick up my heart from your bedroom floor. While I'm there, I'd also like back my intensity and my attitude. And if you're finished, I'd like my soul and all the emotions you abused. ------------------- Ethan, I remember this poem, from DP maybe? BUT it is awesome and it impacts me like the first time I read it... that 6th verse...brilliant. reads like a song as well... your emotional imagery in it is superb. Im glad to get to read it again... im gonna put it my files this time for future reads. excellent work here. jm |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is the second time you posted this in Open and you posted it again in CA.... |
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