The Rose, by lance Subscribe to rss feed for lance

Torn and tattered between the pages it lies and beckons for
me to see the worst meant for others eyes
old and wilted are the leaves and petals now i dont
really want to read but it forces me somehow dry and
brittle it breaks apart in my hand as i take it from
the page and obey it on command
fresh and dewey as i see it through my tears seems to be a
symbol of my childhood fears crushed and broken as it
through my hand it crumbled it was an accident as in
my years i stumbled
dark and dreary were the words i just read upon that 
terrible page that wont leave my head.
Posted: 2011-08-23 04:17:28 UTC

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2011-08-26 08:27:23eleanor maslen
i do but i dont really use it somtimes im online... [email protected] how old am i? old enough to know better..young enough not to care :)