Abscence Of Roses Poem by Miss Fairytale

I sit down and remind myself of you.

The roses on the heater smell delicious
But their colour is not as obvious,
I could say red or pink but that wouldn't be right
Slightly brighter than the walls but not as dull,
Not quite the colour of a love heart
or a lover's heart
More like a scream or a silent laugh,
The stems are green as you would expect
And the petals gleam like my eyes
But you wouldn't know that would you;
You don't see them sparkle, just blue.

I stand up and remind myself to forget you.


20th June 2005