The Boxed RoseA Poem by Adora.xoA poemYou have boxed the rose, And each time you tear a hole. But today I wonder, Have you lifted it? Or have you just torn it some more?
You have closed the door, And everytime you open it a bit more. But tonight I wonder, Have you finally opened it? Or just let in enough light to make me sore?
I have finally felt it, And everywhere I look you are there. But now I wonder, Am I really here? Or is this an illusion at which I stare?
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Added on May 17, 2010Last Updated on May 17, 2010 AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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