Treasure Island

Gert Paul

Dark Rose

A single dark rose
is a broken hearted love
that can never be fixed

A boquet of dark roses
come only when you
are close to death

Dark roses symbolizies
death and broken hearts
that will stay forever

The heart has a even number
of red and black roses
all stored in one place

The more you're in love
the more red roses come out
to show your happiness

When you reveal too many red roses
the black ones begins to show
and that's when you become broken-hearted

When, and only if, you heart is totally renewed
all you roses also become renewed
but your soul remain the same

Because that one time
you fell into the curse of
unconditional, uncontrollable love

That's when it all happends
the depression, the trouble
the quiteness

Everything suddenly stops
and you feel like the world is
becoming more compact than it was before

that cause of all the fights you're into
all the cuts on you arm
all the crying you have done

So you start looking for love
in all the wrong places
and think there is no more love for you

you think that for weeks
maybe months or even years
that's when you find it

the thing that caused
all your troublesome pain

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2008

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