The Rose's Thorn
I hold tight to a moment that's lost in time.
It may be aging..
But it's mine...or rather, our's...
A moment we share,
But know not do I if you'd even care.
A still frame in black and white,
Cascading...
And everything's grey...
But not those eyes.
They sparkle and they gleam,
Wonderous brilliancy.
Harboring what's true.
The most frightening truth of all,
The closest thing I've ever had to heaven was you.
A whisper in the darkness,
Heights above beautiful scenes,
Wretched tears stain these eyes through the years.
The faster and farther I shall fall.
The captivating silence choking us,
Smothering me with adoration of the highest,
Leaving you to be sticken with confusion.
This beautiful heartache,
That even in this death was gorgeously ill,
Will perish me in an instant...
And render me in a sort of coma.
The promises of genuine happiness,
All in that one righteous smile.
Ever a spell binding word,
Hinting at tomorrow.
Hunt now for the love,
look around and you will find...
I was never waiting to mold you.
I never would consume you.
I would always cherish you for you..
And maybe what's killing me now,
Is that I still do.
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