Amoung The Roses Poem by Holly Heron

Amoung The Roses

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I stand amoung the roses,
I wait for your return,
Naivete waits with me,
Though soon I'll cast away,
Naivete whimpers,
Reluctant now to go,
I know now that you've left,
And never will return,
I'm aching for your touch,
I'm yearning for your voice,
i take the rose and hold it close,
A knife comes to my hand,
Silver blade soon darkened,
Soon redeemed with my life,
The rose red dulls,
Before my spilled essence,
I lay amoung the roses,
Awaiting my demise,
I'll stand above you after,
Drop my rose upon your lap,
I'll wait for you,
In the summerlands,
Though that hope is long to come,
Your love won't come to me again,
The summerlands won't change that,
I know now I was used,
Naivete left me,
Let in the pain,
So now amoung the roses,
I take my leave,
My life.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Rose 21 June 2006

this is so good, im gona admit it made me cry, this is personlay one of the best poems youve ever written and is now my second favourite poem from your Fallen Angel 0: -o

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