Hollow Years
2005-03-04 02:04:11 (UTC)

The hearts Rose

The Hearts Rose

The rose in my heart begins to welt
The tears in my eyes start to melt
Petals fall, sinking to the ground
swiftly moving, making no sound
The bloom of my rose has passed away
never to rise and begin the day
the colourless stem drained till dry
only surrounded by the tears i cry
leaves have faded crimpled and forgotten
no traces left to become old and rotten
Crimson red shaded with grey
no light shines were my rose lay
the distinctive scent creeping further
becoming nothing but a clouded blur
no path for the roots to lead
nutrients remain for the virgin seed
when the sunrise is next to appear
washing away that final tear

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