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Delicate Rose(s)
I miss the way that your perfume stains the air.
The way your words bring light to the darkness.
The dim moonlight illuminates the path as I pace forward unwillingly.
Time ticks by slowly like a metronome with its constant click.
It rings through my mind with every waking moment.
I'm stranded on this lonely land, surrounded by a sea of red.
The cloudless skies drenched in darkness as the vicious winds shift the world.
Eyes linger in the distance as they watch my every decision.
Black and white swallows the landscape as the colours drain away into a deep abyss
The rain plays a unique lullaby as it sweeps across the earth.
There stands a white rose, beautiful and graceful, yet deadly.
On the vine it lures unsuspecting victims.
Waiting to be stained by the blood of relentless lovers.
Those who have succumbed to its beauty, its elegance.
Patiently waiting for its time to come.
Waiting for someone who can overcome the pain.
I reach out for the single white rose.
Love numbs all as I pick this thorny blossom.
Tepid blood set free by the piercing thorns.
The rose. Now draped in a coat of red. Acquires a new type of splendor.
I remember how you told me that you loved roses.
Especially the crimson ones.
How could I ever forget?
But there I was.
Standing next to your open casket.
The coldness had embraced your body.
Warm tears trickle down. Landing on your delicate cheeks.
They rolled down. Almost as though you were crying with me.
I held onto your hand tightly one last time.
Without you, my life is colourless.
It feels as though I can't breathe anymore.
Maybe I will see you soon, maybe you will be staring down upon me from up above.
Maybe I would see you reaching for me, trying to save me from this loneliness.
I was reluctant to say my final goodbye.
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I now stand at the foot of your grave. The raindrops of sadness fall upon me.
Please accept my farewell gift. I will never forget you.
I plant the stained rose on top of your grave.
Maybe your death could bring life to something beautiful.
New life to be born. Maybe I'll be able to see the joy deep within them.
Hopefully when I come back there will be a plethora of roses painting the earth.
So that I could leave you here, surrounded by something that you had loved so dearly.
The time has arrived.
Time for me to bid you farewell...
My friend.
