A Message from a dying, white rose

 

You picked me and smelled my scent

Like a little kid, so sweet and innocent

My thorns, you thought it’s indecent

You cut it leaving holes like cresent.

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You picked me and placed on a vase

Showered me water, I’m in haze

Caressed me and melted by your gaze

Hypnotized… bloomed… amazed.

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I danced like I’m the queen of the night

Turned and flipped with point and might

My leaves still swayed, I had the spotlight

Until the stage turn bright with blinding light.

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“Dreamy, I feel like floating high

As the gravity forcefully sigh

My petals, my leaves cry

For salvation I let to fly.”

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I missed my roots, my stem, my thorns

Where am I… bothered and torn,

My white petals, withered it turn

Like digging my grave I kissed thy scorn!

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Space and time… life and death

It all had meaning when I see that wreath

My head’s still floating; I barely breathe,

Where’s the sun and rain, I want to bathe.

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I’m left with my glooming petals

Who still struggle to face the lethals

Reimagining those unfaithful skulls

Who shove my soul and let my silvers dull.

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I should die and you know it will come

But let me tell you, bury me in my home

Where butterflies hide during the storm

And above me, are other roses who dares to bloom.

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Count the minutes that I breathe still

Hope that you fulfill my simple will

Happiness and love may be surreal

Like a broken vase where I lived after the waters were spilled.

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Disclosures after Midnight. 29-11-2016