Biography of Andrew Rose
Im still an amateur at this, but i like writing alot, it gets my thoughts out of my head, and my good poems get my feelings out of my heart, so my poetry really just represents who i am... Hope you Enjoy =) The Poems added that have The Black Rose at the bottom are off my other account, but i decided to move all my poems over. Became annoying with two accounts.
Andrew Rose Poems
The Dark And Me
Im lost in my own dark little world, it has four walls, a window, & a door,
Do You Love Me?
You say that you love me, but do you really love me, will you ever forget me, will you always miss me,
True love lasts forever, it gets you through thick and thin, True love conquers all, it never lets you give in,
How did i end up like this, My life is falling down round my head, I feel like i should be dead, My soulmate is lying with someone else,
Hearts Are Gods
Hearts are gods just always beaten, Yet still you leave me so defeated, How hard is it to be-just me breathing, My lungs ignore air and go on screaming,
If Rose's Were Poems
If Roses were poems, Id lie down all day, Picking the petals, to count out dismay,
As your hands touched mine for the first time, and your body was partly shaded out. Our worlds crossed in the stillness of darkness, our destiny was going to be told.
The Little Things
I am in Love with a girl, Everything is perfect, Except for one thing, Those little things,
Flowing white from lip to lip, crimson calls from a sloping pit, skin and dress like kith and kin,
Anthem Of A Raging Heart
Cant stand this anymore, ravaging my world just like before, all those times i look at you, wonder what i ever saw in you,
Life is but a dream, your painted with vivid strokes of memory lasting forever a trace, to wake up is torture, with you hanging just within the imagination and just out of reach,
Love, Death & The Flower
Black Petals lay across the hay, crimson pools around his feet, a mirror so that only he can see, last words dying across his face,
Wounded by a blade of no material world, leaves a mark that can never trully be healed, each time someone else crys the fate, i fall,
Igloo For A Panda
If White fell all around the place, I’d take it all & make a space, For me and you to sit and hide, Pretend there’s no more world to die,
An Angel flew down to this earth
She sat among my friends and me,
Her stunning brilliance there for all to see,
Yet somehow it was only between her and me,
So here i Lay,
My Angel before and within me,
Her stunning brilliance there for only me to see,
Somehow i hope it will always be between her and me...