The Roses I Know: The Blue Rose

The Roses I Know: The Blue Rose

A Poem by amailleia
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#6 and final in my 'series'

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I know I'm dreaming

Because the rose in my hand

Is blue.

Dark, deep, like midnight

At the center and very edges,

But soft, sweet, sad,

Everywhere else.

They watch me from underneath their eyelashes,

Waiting to see what I will do.

I smile-

My true smile,

Not my Cheshire-cat grin-

Put down the rose,

And walk away.

And it doesn't hurt.

Not anymore.

© 2009 amailleia


Author's Note

amailleia
Well, this is the last one. I think it's my favorite.

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Added on May 29, 2009

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amailleia
amailleia

Mesa, AZ



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I'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..

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