You were my flower
You were my rose
And now you have wilted
You are gone
I have lost you
Like I lost them all
My flower
Why did I let you slip
Through my fingers
I tried to keep my grip
But no you were my rose
My sneaky tricky rose
And you slipped through
As if you were water
Into a puddle on the floor
Letting anyone walk right through you
A beautiful crimson puddle
Lying dying on the floor
And I couldn’t help
You wouldn’t let me
You took yourself from me
You were my flower
You were my rose
I can’t help but cry
When I look at you now
You could have been my rose forever
But you chose to be their dandelion

03/31/2004

Author's Note: another old school poem.......

Posted on 04/01/2004
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