By SolApathy

I cry of the memories that lie
All the times we almost died
I was a rose that bloomed way too soon
Broken, drawn to your hearts as they beat
My Doctor, I will surrender my lone heartbeat
Keep you safe from the false God time almost lost
Burning I will divide them, even as my soul is lost
Burning with the heat of the universe’s fire
My sorrow will transform to ire
I am the Bad wolf, as I create myself
Through time and space
My Doctor shall be safe
Even as I burn
 life yearns at my very thought
Draw out of me the inferno of all that could be
Rescue me as I have you
Many more days we have
Before the darkness comes to take you

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Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Drea's 10 minute request...Rose & The Doctor
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  • Devil lyn On Tuesday, June 27, 2017, Devil lyn (414)By person wrote:

    I read this twice to try and grasp it`s concept but fell short of a rose struggling to bloom but there seems to be past memories suppressing it ... however the metaphor this poem was deep.

  • Drea On Tuesday, June 27, 2017, Drea (1525)By person wrote:

    I didn't expect you to write it, but this made me smile. This was beautiful. I love it!

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