Treasure Island

Daleen Enslinstrydom

(25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Roses for forgiveness


When the sun’s rays peep into my room
my eyes catch the roses that you have left on my pillow.
There is a red rose for every tear that I have shed,
a white one to heal my broken heart,
a yellow one just to say that you are sorry,
and a purple rose just because I like it.

There are roses for every emotion
and even for the ones that I do hide.
Mistakes are made
but saying sorry may makeup
for the things that are said.

With every rosebud on my pillow
I know that you do care
and I do forgive you
although my heart is still aching
and only time does heal the wounds.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
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