The Rose
Tuesday, February 10th, 2009The Rose
by
Adeline Ong (Now officially deemed herself, Queen of Jiwang)
Spring whispers into the garden,
Crimson petals dancing in the wind,
Lingering sweet scent of you,
Or what was once before,
Threading the path untraveled,
Once together now broken,
Crushed jewels upon my feet,
Replaying memories of past,
Lovers of summers long ago,
Tears of years to come,
Hard, sharp thorns of black,
Slowly tearing porcelain white skin,
Marrying my crimson soul within,
With your crimson pride,
Yet I flirt with destiny that never seems,
To come upon angel wings of autumn,
Soon winter will come to bring my slumber,
At last, now and forever more.
