A Brittle Rose
I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know
We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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