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My Rose (one last repost before bed)
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My Rose (one last repost before bed) |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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*hey serenity, don't know if ya saw this one, but maybe you'll like it. i lost a bunch o poems cuz i lost a disk, so i gotta retype em all. managed to save this one though. peep it. i'll be back tomorrow...or later today. whatever, right? peace.* 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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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
'sigh' That had to be one of the most touching, heart-felt poem I have ever had the plessure of reading, the way you have written this and your use of symbols are amazing . I nearly ended up cryingover this one . Good work keep it up . L.of.L. Tom . Insanity is a perfectly normal responce to an abnormal world -R.D.Laing.- |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Ethan - this is heart felt and well written ----I enjoyed the read, and love the prettiest rose and the thorns as comparison. netswan |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ethan, you posted this poem 3 times in the last 24 hours...please be careful of this in the future. Thanks!!!  |
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