"Roses"
Inside the humdrum of morning
She forgets she is beautiful
Blurring together each moment
In the wilted dreams of someone else
Hope slowly draining into apathy
Sleep walking through the days
Ignoring the pain that splinters her heart
She twists her words with roses
Wrapped around her wrists
Thorns lightly pricking her skin
Opening her eyes to the sun
Breathing light into the darkness
Pouring petals out the fuchsia of her lips
Roses bloom inside her heart
Cultivated by the beauty of strength
so innocent yet when touched it pricks the finger
leaving us open to hurt and
bleeding from our hearts.
a rose is vulnerablility
the petals last only a short while
a metaphor for attraction
to take the moment and
live it sweetly
like the rose...
i like your poems
Axilea
Roses bloom inside her heart
Such fine imagery, Pisces! Wonderful poetry. Thank you for sharing your talent. Love and best wishes,
Regis