Blue Roses
It feels different, somehowbetter, just right.
Unlike the other times
where lost souls fumbled
incoherent in the night.
My days do feel brighter,
my mood, so much lighter.
Yes, I'm feeling fine
and those damn stars
really do shine.
I like to pretend to sleep,
knowing that you are watching,
make exaggerated yawns
Acknowledging that this is the start
of so many more dawns.
I laugh now, I really do.
I bought a flower in the market,
just a single bloom,
It was ashes of roses
and I knew
that a blue rose
is just a hybrid,
yet what we have
is true.
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Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2007-11-23 at 19:20
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