The forgotten rose.

The forgotten rose has fallen

many nights it has waited

to be seen and heard by those it loves

now it has wilted

as its pedals has fallen to the ground

love and compassion can no longer carry it

as it breathes its final breath

darkness lays in waiting 

goodbye world I once loved

you have slipped through my fingers

dreams has slipped with you

and now lie asleep next to you

not even a Wisper is heard

as the tone ways to heavy to lift

goodbye tenderness that was but a dream short lived

goodbye hope who once sustained

as weary tears drip drip drip

the coldness surrounds your tender kiss

your arms hold no compassion

no comfort in your weary words

for speak them if you must

but my ears grow tired of the sound of lips

for no comfort you bring

as touch grows cold and the mind grows weak

what lie must comfort bring

what defense will satisfy

as so many lies was pierced

and left expose the one who lingers there

be gone from me

so that I may find peace

for my bones is tired

as I was deceived

Reviews

[robert harris jr]

the best I find to show true felling in any peace that I write is to put my heart and soul on the paper
not many can do this I've been writing all my life spiritually and proffesionaly I never thrive the term
proffesionaly to myself out my spiritualist to my writing I'm moved by your words / you have it a gift
a rare 1 in a million gift