Roses

pain of love

This is not the time for roses
When you're broken inside, beyond repair
lying in bed wearing nothing but your despair
this is not the time for roses
when your falling apart, calling your heart a lie
tearing your hair, begging God to tell you why
this is not the time for roses
so I am down on my knees
with no one to hear but my memories
and a fist of faded roses
No this is not the time
not the time
the time is gone
for Roses

Reviews

[None]

You pour your heart out and very beautifully in your well written poem. A pleasure to read and a perfect ending for the content.

[mattavelli]

This is great!!
Strong feeling of agony.
Take care.

[RareRed]

Extremely Beautiful!