Heart Like a Rose

A heart and a rose are both unique beauties but can one find beauty in a shattered heart and a wilted rose?

It all comes back to me

Hitting me at once 

Pushes me off track

Back to square one 

We walked through the door 

Hand in hand like always 

My smile shined more

I was brighter in our days 

It was late Friday night 

And I had to sneak back inside

Even though it all felt right 

Standing close to your side 

Your sweet smell fills my nose

And your perfect laugh in my ears

You had brought me a rose

Your words bringing me to tears

Those tears may have been of joy

Joy believing your one big lie

You played me like a toy

So I left that rose to die

You used me to get her

Didn't care for me at all

It all happened in a blur

Not expecting your final call

Now I walk home alone 

And cry myself to sleep

At myself, throwing stones

For being this weak

The rose finally turned brown

And all its petals fell

Like how my once whole heart

Fell down to the ground 

My heart is like that rose

Once so full of life 

But when it came to its woes 

They both died in the strife

Both wilted and shriveled

More petals falling each day

So significant, yet so little

I couldn't throw it away

They can be different in this case

The rose and my heart

I kept the rose in its vase

While my heart was torn apart

I find beauty in the dead flower

With its shriveled stem and thorns

It gives off elegance and power

That I need while I mourn

So I keep that rose

Beautifully displayed

Because it is a sign

Of how my heart was played

-j.k.

Reviews

[Angel M]

This is so wonderful and beautifully written.:)

[Jennifer K]

thank you that means a lot

[magenta24uk]

Beautifully written. The joy and anguish come across and draw the reader in. Love, love, love it. x

[Jennifer K]

thanks so much!