The Rose
You confessed your love
for me through a single white rose
I smiled genuinely,
yet then you turned to hurt me,
leaving me behind...lost and alone
The rose was nothing
but poison to my heart,
for 'twas you the evildoer,
pressing my finger into its very thorn
As the blood inside of me ran cold,
deep red drops from
the cursed stem
silently fell into the snow.
I couldn't believe that your intentions
were as such,
I thought you once promised
that you would forever love me...
Why risk betraying all of my trust?
I cannot see the angel
I once glimpsed in your beautiful face...
It is now replaced by a mysterious raven,
forever intending to be my disgrace
My like will remember that winter of December,
when you gave me that simple white rose
now stained red will fade to black
My tears fall
and the love I will soon take back
as I return the very rose
into your cold hand, pale and scarred
Your body frozen, so cold and numb
as you lie abandoned,
mutilating my heart,
throwing it in the blood-trickled snow
I think of the end of life,
holding but one white rose
No pain shall I feel, so perfect,
so innocent, no horror in my mind,
no nightmares now
It is time to whisper the final goodbye
I have been given the strength,
I can now peacefully bid thee farewell
Do not forget me
I look down at the soft white petals
and embrace the only token
I have left of you,
my little rose so beautiful and pure
Forever stained by the blood of my soul
is this single white rose
The rose of my one true love...
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