Post by hooly on Mar 24, 2008 20:00:42 GMT -5
Lonely Rose.
A lonely rose wilted, forgotten, forlorn
A gown of white satin did adorn
Now on the ground lying
Trampled on and dying
Ruby red in it's prime
In the background a chime
A celebration comes to mind
Now all that is left behind
A dead rose kicked aside
Not even it's leaves abide
But with thorns sharp and strong
To pierce the one who did it wrong
Bare feet come down the path
Suddenly feels the rose's wrath
Red blood stains in a healthy squirt
Even in death a rose can hurt
Sept 22, 2005
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Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria
A lonely rose wilted, forgotten, forlorn
A gown of white satin did adorn
Now on the ground lying
Trampled on and dying
Ruby red in it's prime
In the background a chime
A celebration comes to mind
Now all that is left behind
A dead rose kicked aside
Not even it's leaves abide
But with thorns sharp and strong
To pierce the one who did it wrong
Bare feet come down the path
Suddenly feels the rose's wrath
Red blood stains in a healthy squirt
Even in death a rose can hurt
Sept 22, 2005
©Copyright
All Rights Reserved
Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria