The Roses I Know: The Blue RoseA Poem by amailleia#6 and final in my 'series'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 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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