This Rose
This Rose
This rose reminds me,those days,
Those days you were mine,
Those days I was drunk and you were the wine,
This rose reminds me how I was ready to carry the cross,
Now you and I are history,
And I'm no longer part of your story,
Your ego could not make you feel sorry.
What we shared was plastic,
Our love was never elastic,
The attraction was never magnetic,
No wonder you saw me as a tick,
I was trapped in your jail arms,
Yet I promised to keep you from all harms,
This rose reminds me of us,
And how stupid I was and an ass.
I know I should be happy,
Happy and jumpy,
You moved on I guess,
And I will never be in your dress,
It is time I moved on and clean my mess,
But this rose will always remind me of us and those fake promises.
This rose,
I'm still praying,
To the Lord and crying,
So that He will send another real angel,
True gem with rare games,
So this rose will remind me to be hopeful.
© MasterWork
Copyright © Frank Khange | Year Posted 2020
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