I found a rose in my hand
But, her sight was prettier than the rose
But, as she fluttered by, time froze
So, for another day, I kept it close
I had a rose in my hand
But, our eyes didn’t meet; it started raining
But, for a shelter, she went inside running
And, we, silhouettes in a way, were left remaining
I took a rose in my hand
But, the bell rang too long, yet I waited to see
But, a little angel opened and oh so shy was she
And as she ran inside, I left; the rose still with me
I lay silent, a rose in my hand
But, no words those forsaken lips could say
But, my old, red heart hadn’t turned grey
And those perfumed petals didn’t wilt away
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
I found a rose in my hand
But, her sight was prettier than the rose
But, as she fluttered by, time froze
So, for another day, I kept it close
I had a rose in my hand
But, our eyes didn’t meet; it started raining
But, for a shelter, she went inside running
And, we, silhouettes in a way, were left remaining
I took a rose in my hand
But, the bell rang too long, yet I waited to see
But, a little angel opened and oh so shy was she
And as she ran inside, I left; the rose still with me
I lay silent, a rose in my hand
But, no words those forsaken lips could say
But, my old, red heart hadn’t turned grey
And those perfumed petals didn’t wilt away