Rose

This was the first poem I wrote in a Journal I kept over the course of an eight month deployment in the pacific.

Your eyes bloomed like roses

your hair fell in vines

I could feel your fingers twisted around mine

I can still hear your whispers

Oh I can still see your face

Those memories fill me with such disgrace

Author's Note

Not much too this one. It was my first attempt at writing in a journal I purchased in the Philippines.