Rosebud
By midnights voice
coffee in the morning
cocaine afternoons
smoking joints in joints while
listening to the music
every night by moon
my youth went up in smoke
as just another puff
as another sniff , a wiff
and before I knew it
I was looking pretty ruff
I can't even remember
if I slept at all
or who I was sleeping with
for all I see are faces
their names I don't recall
rosebud tripped on the step
coming out the entrance door
she fell into my arms
and I would never be the same
as I was just before
see most women
leave their jewelry
as if staking out a claim
rosebud left her memories
rosebud left her name
rosebud loved the thunder
rosebud loved the rain
she scared me like lightning
and was likely to laugh
in the face of pain
she never asked me if I loved her
she never said the same
she laid her head upon my shoulder
said when you're gone
I will be sorely pained
rosebud tripped upon the step
coming out the entrance door
and fell into my open arms
I would never be the same
as I was just the moment before
see most women
leave their jewelry
as if staking out a claim
rosebud left her memory
rosebud left her name
Comments on "Rosebud"
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, Phalanx
(628) wrote:
So you're an asshole too. And you talked to, me like you were lily white, you shitty devil.
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, midnights voice
(957) wrote:
Just a sinner , thank you Phalanx for reading .
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On Thursday, March 8, 2018, Phalanx
(628) wrote:
There's nothing wrong with being honest. At least we can acknowledge that much. Getting older isn't easy, you're mind and you're spirit doesn't age as fast as your body.
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, Arwen
(187) wrote:
It must have been wonderful to feel your open arms. Memories do make more of a dent than material possessions I guess. Drugs have a way of stealing them maybe. I don't know. I guess it is bittersweet. Well done.
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2018, midnights voice
(957) wrote:
Thank you for reading and commenting Wednesday .