sergio marroquin

Rookie (2/17/98 / CALIFORNIA)

When A Rose Dies - Poem by sergio marroquin

Had such a tight grasp to the stem of this rose.
A nice firm grip to thousand thorns,
cutting deeply straight to the soul
with time the rose pedals dried up and died
Dead but the thorns still survived
painfull more than ever
each thorn with a story to remember
momory's wish to be forgotten
why did the red rose turn black
life is wrotten
no choice but to breath through the wounds
and wait for them to one day heal
learn from my scars
so that my heart
will let go befor it gets torn apart.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011



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