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The Death of the Rose

Contributed by whiteleo1984 on Monday, 21st August 2006 @ 03:07:57 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



The death of the rose,
burned in a high flame.
Began no too long ago,
by one who knew her name.
The flames soared high in the skies,
it could be seen for miles.
The heat scorched the earth,
and killed the bird that flies.
The bird withered in the heat of the flame,
fell from it perch and hit the ground.
It died right there,
caught up in a hellfire's bound.
How could a fire begin in this peaceful town?
How could it burn the fields to the ground?
I would know about that flame,
because I set the torch.
She burned up in that fire,
her acceptance melted in it's heat.
Her love for me stopped,
and her heart stopped it's beat.
Who am I to kill something so good and pure?
Nothing it seems, but I hope in time she will be cure.
I can do all I can to make up this great wrong,
I'll dance like a fool or write her a song.
Whatever it must take I will do to be me.
For if that was the case to begin with,
that fire would never be.




Copyright © whiteleo1984 ... [ 2006-08-21 15:07:57]
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Re: The Death of the Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Monday, 21st August 2006 @ 09:12:23 PM AEST
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Ahhhh the all consuming fire of love. It can burn itself out and be too consuming. I enjoyed the write.
mary


Re: The Death of the Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Tuesday, 22nd August 2006 @ 05:15:41 AM AEST
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I can do all I can to make up this great wrong,
I'll dance like a fool or write her a song.

You could show her your poem its lovely. xxx




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