A life without roses
Is one of indifference.
There are no thorns to ***** off
Or to impale the skin
Love will no longer be sold
At the last minute.
Tall tales and epic romances
Shall revolve around no sweeter bud
My Mexican brethren
Would have one less crop
To sell near the highway,
And yet nothing to offer
Before the ******
The world is spared
Another image to spoil
Until it wilts away,
A tragic component.
Indeed, such a life
Is perched in diffidence,
But a life without you?
My dear, unfathomable.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
A life without roses
Is one of indifference.
There are no thorns to ***** off
Or to impale the skin
Love will no longer be sold
At the last minute.
Tall tales and epic romances
Shall revolve around no sweeter bud
My Mexican brethren
Would have one less crop
To sell near the highway,
And yet nothing to offer
Before the ******
The world is spared
Another image to spoil
Until it wilts away,
A tragic component.
Indeed, such a life
Is perched in diffidence,
But a life without you?
My dear, unfathomable.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
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