RoseA Poem by Andrew CWhy when I touch this rose I get pricked This rose that I knew for so long That grew day by day Watered by the rain And strengthened by the sun Rose Why do you refuse my touch? Hurting my hands Everywhere I touch Finding my veins Spilling my precious blood You grew to be so lovely Deceiving to the eyes you’ve become You’ve out grown me So here I stand alone Day and night In the storm, through the rain and heartache While every time I reach for your stem You cut me And bleed out my soul © 2013 Andrew C |
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Added on June 9, 2013 Last Updated on June 9, 2013 AuthorAndrew CCharlestown, Saint Kitts And NevisAboutHey, I'm 18 years old. Caribbean born. I'm an aspiring poet, who loves to write and enjoys word play. Friendly, creative, passionate. I've been writing for a few years now. Follow me on Tumblr (acyolo.. more..Writing
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