Rose
rose
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take this hope and hold it like you would a rose
a stem of thorns, take care on where your fingers close
like stains of red, a love that's left all petals torn
of prayers spent on fleeting scents and dreams unborn
to wait the whims, a hundred sins on letters lost
an air bereft of redolently cast-out thoughts
elate a hymn, inhale the din of breaths on pause
ensnare inept words bluntly wept by lines now lost
expect the worst, hope for a whisper
"pluck me now or wait 'til never"
rake the winds to catch a whiff of pasts and prose
mistakes once hidden deep in rifts of Lethe's notes
inspire the wine to bathe the lies of time retold
retire the mind that longed to find delirium's hold
to trace the green upon her skin; a flower's ghost
with hair once seen as leaves dancing on summer shows
when crimson blooms, the bush will swoon to red's disease
like hearts consumed by seconds strewn without release
taste this truth as sweet as lips unkissed and bare
of nectars dripping rhapsodic upon nowhere
accept the last saccharine trance to glance her face
the inch, the vast untraced distance of placid days
define the masquerade of wasting memories
imply the smiles unpaid by stoic revelries
desire a gift, design the grift to steal the grace
thus go and sift through pollen drifts but stay unfazed
expect the worst, hope for a whisper
"pluck me now or wait 'til never"
keep paradise until tonight, until dawn
escaping sighs will play the light, languid and wan
as breaths deny the lungs that try to stay alive
shall all these die like seeds untried on soils and mire
if not for wisps of fading bliss, forlorn the yearns
all but a glimpse of emptiness is what you'll earn
and evermore drown in euphoric blind repose
so take this hope and hold it like you would a rose
expect the worst, hope for a whisper
"pluck me now, i'll wait forever"
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