The Song Of The Dying Rose - Poem by Rafaella Gunz
The contradiction in your words
cause affliction in my heart.
You said we would never part.
Said I was beautiful and bright.
That you never wanted me out of sight.
But you are obstinate.
So I can't help but hate.
The bright red rose,
once alive and luminous,
put such sweet scents in the air.
Something I was sure would make you care.
Now is wilted and gray.
I guess this is how I pay.
The scent is of death.
It makes you hold your breath.
The water flowing far away
causing a drought in my day.
Empty and dry.
I can't even cry.
The spark in my eyes
has now died.
I can't hear your voice anymore
nor feel your arms around me.
I cannot see.
Oblivious to my pain,
you only think you gain.
But one day, the tables will turn.
For someone so promiscuous
is sure to burn.
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