ShadowsCool
06-12-2011, 11:22 PM
Tender vows having been ripped apart
As words that fell spoken in vain;
Where smiles adorned hung to dry
As portraits that never were meant to say.
Across the landscape, the frozen waste,
Smiles dot out among the pain;
As petals decayed laid shriveled on the ground
There you find the rose that was.
And the heart that is
Left tattered in pain,
Harkens back to a place and time;
Bitter, older, no wiser than before.
And these Portraits that are
Thaw out a thousandth time;
To rekindle a memory made colder each passing,
Of eyes peering back for eternity
To the self that once was.
As the stroke of midnight gathers
The dearly beloved fade into oblivion;
With petals wilted, lay shriveled on the ground,
There is little hope for peace of mind
Just bitterness at the rose they find.
As words that fell spoken in vain;
Where smiles adorned hung to dry
As portraits that never were meant to say.
Across the landscape, the frozen waste,
Smiles dot out among the pain;
As petals decayed laid shriveled on the ground
There you find the rose that was.
And the heart that is
Left tattered in pain,
Harkens back to a place and time;
Bitter, older, no wiser than before.
And these Portraits that are
Thaw out a thousandth time;
To rekindle a memory made colder each passing,
Of eyes peering back for eternity
To the self that once was.
As the stroke of midnight gathers
The dearly beloved fade into oblivion;
With petals wilted, lay shriveled on the ground,
There is little hope for peace of mind
Just bitterness at the rose they find.