The Rose.

By murderedhearts_blood

My heart is like a withered rose that's crumpled in the light. My life is going that same route, it's screaming in the night.
As I laid there in the sunless park, I was weak, broken, and dying. Knowing my life was coming to an end, all I could do was keep from crying.
The withered rose cries out to me, "I do lament your death, but can't you see? I'm mourning for me, as there are no roses left."
As I stand up to take a look, no roses do I find, so I sit next to the withered rose; we're all one of a kind.
I wipe a tear off of my cheek and put it on his leaf, and then I see the rose start to revive, and feel his love beneath.
This blows my mind when I see this, and so I cry some more. I try to cry over his frame, and he begins to soar!
Now my tears are because of joy, this rose came back alive! He looks down on me from heaven, and says, "you will survive!"
This handsome rose knows what to do, and so he does just that. I am revived again, you see, just in his habitat.
I look up to him, tears welling up in my adoring eyes, "you saved my life" he says to me, "now YOU reach for the skies!"
Copyrighted in 2006 or 2007.
Published, printed, and awarded in 2005, 2006, 2007, & 2008.
By: me.

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Copyright 2020 murderedhearts_blood
Published on Wednesday, July 29, 2020.     Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

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