The Dead Rose
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The Dead Rose
I think of our love I’m gripping this flower tightly I remember you standing on my door step The pouring rain flattens your hair As melted gel runs slowly down your cheek But I kiss it all the same You handed me a rose A beautiful black rose And I placed it carefully into water I remember how we sat in the Very Back Row Of the movie theatre Two teenagers in love Ignoring the scene, the plot None of that matters So long as your lips stay on mine Only now your lips are on hers And I guess that’s all that matters It’s all that matters When your lips are on hers They aren’t on me Your eyes, they keep wandering to mine But your lips, they’re locked tight As tight as my fist As tight as this knot in my stomach So here I sit Holding this rose tighter And tighter My hands, they’re bleeding And this flower, it’s like us The beauty, the love, It’s wilted and died And all that’s left are these thorns Tearing apart my hands Like your words tore apart my heart… |
Submitted on 2005-01-07 13:36:57 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| hmm perhaps the black rose he offered as symbol of his love should have tipped you off. ;) Sorry I'm just in one of those smart azz moods. at first I was like hmm black rose ohhhkay. But now that I've read this to the end I see how it fits in perfectly. | Posted on 2005-01-07 00:00:00 | by Brownsdelight | [ Reply to This ] | Actually, I think that the whole rose metaphor for love may be a tad cliché. But this is just my opinion. I really liked the second verse, how it painted a picture of how you loved him, placing the rose carefully into water and kissing his cheek though there was gel on it. You were very descriptive there. But for some reason the poem lacked something after that. I do the same thing anyways. Starting out with something really great and then falling off somewhere along the way. | | Posted on 2005-01-07 00:00:00 | by kristiana | [ Reply to This ] | I don't see why people have to say things are a cliché, if that's what you're feeling then it doesn't matter. | This is wonderful. The rose and the thorns, they represent so much, escpecially for me. Rain  | Posted on 2005-01-07 00:00:00 | by Rain | [ Reply to This ] | Sometimes, I think, with young love, it more ache then heart. The black rose is very interesting; extremely difficult to grow, like true love. I wonder about the line, your eyes they keep wandering to mine. what exactly did you mean by that, wishful thinking? or was he playing some kind of game. I enjoyed reading this though, no matter what you meant. Good job. | | Posted on 2005-01-07 00:00:00 | by wannabe1 | [ Reply to This ] | I really like this one, but then again I like all of your work. And i know how that feels. I like the way you used sensory details. And I could almost see everything. :) | | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by RedRoseofBlood | [ Reply to This ] | God that sucks, I would have kicked the [censored]s ass, or at least tried to.I would have made me feel better...I've had many relationships so alike, yet ending so diffrently...So I was never given a black rose...none of them ever truley cared, because my first b.f. had a girlfriend the next morning when I went to school...Anyway, I love the story...Too bad it had to happen.This poem was pretty nice... | camoflage | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by camoflage | [ Reply to This ] | I like this one too. Hahah, I stay away from guys, and haven't really ever been in a relationship, BUT I STILL LIKE IT! It's good. I love the rose... damn, its like... symbolic. Haha. I wrote a poem about a rose too... I frankly dont think it's all that good. But hey, it got published in some pussy poetry that is too afraid to turn down anybody. Eh... anyway, you rawk. I lubb your poems! | | Posted on 2005-01-11 00:00:00 | by GiveMeTheGun | [ Reply to This ] | |
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