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The Roses Never Stood a Chance
Is it the clouds fault you are stuck to the ground,
Because you seem like you’d be better fit in the sky than with the people rushing from place to place.
The water spills to the ground in a rush to your feet,
The wind brushes your skin,
The birds crow loudly overhead.
Is it cruel to say,
I cannot find anything else as beautiful as you.
The lightened patches of moss twist,
The sun beats the branches still.
The fish wade in shallow depths,
The people rush to find reasons to rush,
The world now goes by me in context.
The greens are only what you make of them,
The blues pale to your browns.
The best of sights are lost on my eyes.
I used to drive hours to sketch the rose gardens,
My dear,
The roses never stood a chance.
Published 14th Nov 2024
Author's Note
I lost the colors I used to love, I am only one heart already too full. I wonder if one day when I die, there’s ugly truths will spill out with the beat of my bloodless heart.
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