Before Roses Had Thorns
With varying degrees of grace,
You never know
how much too keep,
and how much
too explain
Wanted to tell him
About the rose garden
How much I loved it
How It was /then-
So alive and vibrant
And how back then-
Roses did not have thorns
Maybe if I'd met him before
Yes I'm sure I would have
let you in
but the withering now,
I'm afraid-
is as visible
as the heartache
I tore the red roses down
Almost around-
this time last year
Mostly, for Pretending
they could hold sorrow
In there red
loved soaked petals
knowing.....
"I knew roses before I knew of death"
There was and never will be
any understanding-
I simply had to cut
them down
Maybe one day
you'll see
why.....
Red Roses are ruined
For me now
Something else the doctors
have found
no solution
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