Caricamento in corso...

A Rose

As I open my eyes,
After a time of forgetting,
I see a rose through my blurry eyes,
A symbol of what I’m admitting.
 
It sits there quietly,
Beautiful and strong,
Waiting for its chance,
To show it belongs.
 
As my lids close,
Our rose fears to be lost,
To fade away like all the others,
Because of lines that were crossed.
 
I smile at the rose,
Because I know how it feels,
To be seen as precious once,
And then forgotten once he heals.
 
But this rose is different,
It knows who it is.
It knows it’s not its own,
It is completely His.
 
But this rose is different,
We know it’s not our own,
Because we’re bringing it to the cross,
Where true love was shown.
 
As we walk down the path,
Toward what we hope is right,
Feeling your arms around me,
Takes away the harshness of night.
 
My mind shuts sound out,
As I dance to your heartbeat,
Feeling the leaves,
Crushed under our feet.
 
I turn my face away,
In fear of getting too close,
I’m so scared to let you in,
When you’re the one I care about most.

(2012)

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