“Red Roses”

~ Esther Mitchell, 1994 ~

Six lonely red roses,

and so many word left unsaid,

as I stand here alone,

and watch the sky turn gray.

There seemed so little time,

and so much left unsaid,

sitting there alone,

inside my pounding head.

I had so much to say,

that meant more to me than life,

and I thought I’d have the time,

even in this world of strife.

Miracles, they say,

are alive in all tears cried,

but today, all I can say,

is that my miracle has died.

Six lonely red roses,

that’s all I have of you,

six blood-red roses,

and a picture of you.



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