A single rose, I grab it
Out of curiosity I suppose,
Thorns dig in
Thorns of love, pain and frustration
Yet, I holdfast
For letting go
Is a concept I could not grasp
Even though
This flower is random
As any flake of snow
Blood runs from my hand
A small part of me gone
Forever lost to time
Apart of my heart
Lost to time
Then the rose retreats
Leaving holes in me
None of which discreet
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
A single rose, I grab it
Out of curiosity I suppose,
Thorns dig in
Thorns of love, pain and frustration
Yet, I holdfast
For letting go
Is a concept I could not grasp
Even though
This flower is random
As any flake of snow
Blood runs from my hand
A small part of me gone
Forever lost to time
Apart of my heart
Lost to time
Then the rose retreats
Leaving holes in me
None of which discreet
Dedicated to a special someone. Though we ended roughly I have no hatred or bad feelings for you. Maybe others can share in my feeling of emptiness.