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Roses

Some roses are too beautiful to be kept.

By Raya IPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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I saw him walking along the roses,

All alone with his tears

With the air of the night whispering to him,

Chasing away his fears

As his eyes trailed away to the lady next door

Who loved to buy roses even though she was poor

She felt the roses through the essence of her soul

And sometimes she found the courage to go home

Because when she was with him, she knew she was not alone

Sometimes she arrived with a smile on her face

Because even when she was scared, she loved the thrill of the chase

She did not notice the looks full of love from the man who sold her roses

And if only she did

She did not know what he hid

But she felt odd comfort when she looked into his eyes

And how she felt like she did not have to lie

But she did not know what feelings he kept locked away

And he knew that forever his feelings would stay

Hidden from the heart of the one that he loved

Hidden from the one he constantly thought of

He watched her glide along the bushes of roses

And remembered when she loved him so long ago

Remembered a time when he did not fear his own shadow

When all the time in the world was theirs

When everything in the world was fair

Thinking back on these times made his heart break in half

Because sometimes he is just too sad to laugh

Because all of these memories cause him so much grief

And even if his time with her was brief

Just one touch kept him entranced for weeks

And now he watches her from afar

Watches her cry from the new flame that took her away

Wishing things had been different

Wishing she had stayed

And suddenly his heart can’t take any more of this pain

It seems as if all of this love and hate was all in vain

And in a fit of rage he destroys all of the roses all his sight

And his cries of distress disintegrate into the night

And now he stands in the garden all alone

Feeling as if his heart has turned into stone

And finally she decides to return to the one who loved her the most

But as she steps foot into his garden

She sees him — no, feels him, stone cold frozen

He had left her, as she’d done to him

All alone among the destroyed roses.

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