A Rose Without Thorns
It feels like that eternal longing from within.
Not quite remorse. But pretty close.
Naked aggression. Standing behind the glass.
She is muted, with a blank expression.
So much love for the darkness within.
Her eyes sing sweet lullabies over calm water.
This is where she is, this is where she will remain.
Everlasting and never aging, forever a forgotten dream.
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2007
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