The Roses I Know: The White RoseA Poem by amailleia#4 in my new 'series'Life starts over Every time he breathes And I don't say a word And neither does he. It's too precious a moment, Too fragile a second, To risk with breathing. He hands me the rose- White as snow- And walks away. It means a new start for us. There's a letter. "I'll call." And I don't know when he will Or if he will And I don't care Because we can't go forward Until I let go. I set the rose down, Leave it for the elements to decide, And go home. © 2009 amailleiaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 29, 2009 AuthoramailleiaMesa, AZAboutI'm a bit out there, kinda crazy, kinda just...odd, there's a good word. I try to write sometimes, and it doesn't always come out right, but I'm working on it. I play Ponystars, which is where the avv.. more..Writing
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