You said this "happened"
But it was brewing,
Bleeding like me.
Maybe it was as I told you,
Maybe I was tired of fighting.
None of it matters,
This rose has lost its beauty,
Its color and sweet perfume.
In its place is a putrid smell
Of lies and despair.
you tell me things to keep me at bay,
To hold my dreams aloft;
Yet out of reach.
Who cares, nothing matters now.
You've said these things a million times,
And a million times I have let them go.
No more-
Now I walk happily and free
To roam my familiar garden,
The sweet smell of incense which sets me free
To breathe so much easier,
And smile forever more.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~