A petal of redness growing
from the ground
And opened feeling not
making a sound
Just sitting there waiting
to be torn from its roots
Leaving nothing but the ground
an soot
But when its plocked its
feelings it begins to share
As the worse ones are left
there to seem so bare
Its given to someone to
cherish and love
But not able to throw its
feelings out
To let them fly
like a dove.
Eventually the rose
will wither and die
Leaving sad emotions
for someone
To feel, and cry.
was written 2/28/05
from the ground
And opened feeling not
making a sound
Just sitting there waiting
to be torn from its roots
Leaving nothing but the ground
an soot
But when its plocked its
feelings it begins to share
As the worse ones are left
there to seem so bare
Its given to someone to
cherish and love
But not able to throw its
feelings out
To let them fly
like a dove.
Eventually the rose
will wither and die
Leaving sad emotions
for someone
To feel, and cry.
was written 2/28/05
