#whiterose
You’ll have to forgive me
I didn’t see the writing on the wall
You’ll have to forgive me
There were no words to say to ease the pain
You’ll have to forgive me
I saw the left road, while you saw the right
You’ll have to forgive me
These things don’t happen often
You’ll have to forgive me
If I did wrong but I don’t know what that could be
You’ll have to forgive me
I’m not trying to be insensitive
You’ll have to forgive me
I stepped on your white rose
You don’t have the same experiences as me
And it’s not fair
I lost you
And it isn’t fair
I guess I understand what you said when you said it
You’ll have to forgive me
I stepped on your white rose, unknowingly
I thought we were pals
But feelings came that you can’t explain
You’ll have to forgive me
You’re hurt but so am I
I thought we were pals
But things will never be the same
I didn’t know what to say when you told me your feelings
I didn’t think things would end how they did
But I suppose it’s just this thing we call life
I know things won’t be the same
I think that’s what really bad about it all
You’ll have to forgive me
But I suppose it’s just this thing we happen to call life
You’ll have to forgive me
But I hope you never forget me
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
one red
one white
and one pink,
i picked up three shades of love
along the way home today.
today
eight am
you ask me to be early back home,
something about an unofficial
seventy-sixth date you had planned
two five pm
you call me to check
whether i’d had my lunch or not
and whether amidst all the work
i’d managed to forget about later today
in all honesty, it did slip my mind
but i told you no
four thirty one pm
twenty missed calls,
and eleven texts from you.
‘hey, you on your way?’
i don’t respond
five six pm
i leave my work station
and call you back, finally
you don’t answer
i messed up,
i know.
five fifty three pm
on my way
i pass cafes
and couples
holding hands
kissing
celebrating
...smiling
being everything we used to be
stop
stop
s t o p
a small boy comes up to my window
and offers me flowers
‘a rose for your lady?’
even though
it may not seem like it
i’m still here
for you
for me
for us
and i know, you are too
in the sticky notes on my lunch box
in the small smiles into my kisses
in the wordless i love yous.
you’re here too.
i smile
And take three
one for you
one for me,
and, one for us
i’m in love with you
i’m thinking of you.
i’m thankful for you.
one red
one white
and one pink
i picked up three
shades of love along
the way home today.
for you.
Roses.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
loud sounds of sobs
filled the li'l kid's room
as he looked at the sky
filled with stars and the moon
the li'l kid was crying
coz he missed his mother
let alone those thoughts
never had he seen his father
memories of his mother
again did ignight
coz the memories were the only thing
to hug him tight
now that he was adopted
he still felt glum
he regretted his sixth birthday
when he had lost his mum
he missed his mother
again did he start to weep
he was only eleven
when he drugged himself to sleep
a harsh blow of wind
knocked open the window
a white rose had fallen in
by the sudden wind's blow
he held the rose delicately
and stared at it in awe
it reminded him of his mother
beautiful and without a flaw
he drifted to sleep
along with the white rose
innocently thinking
it pursed his mother's soul
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC