My heart is a rose
But it is now black and cold.
The petals are shrivelling
I am watching them decompose.
Each day without you I can feel the decay
As the pieces of love wither.
The petals fall to the floor and are swept away.
That rose used to blossom
With vibrant colour and scent,
Till you walked out of my life and picked it from it's stem.
You plucked it away after touching a thorn
Then you threw it aside leaving nothing to be reborn.
And now that stem stands in a cold begotten place
Alone and scared, waiting to once more show it's beautiful face.
Will that rose ever grow again?
Will it feel the warmth of the sun?
Is there anyone who can help it's root deepen?
For now it stays dormant, destined to never love again.
Sindel 1998 (c)
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