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For My Dieing Rose

By , Lawrenceville, GA
Our bodies stand in incomplete symmetry
contemplating snowflakes that were never supposed to fall
on silent graves where we forgot to bury our hearts
together.

If I could drink time from the faded color of your eyes,
I’d probably choke on the guilt I left you to swallow.
We were immortal innocence with at thirst for confusion,
and everyone knows that chaos will always be the sweetest form of beautiful.

I held a delicate flower between the creases of my fingerprints,
and…
Oh God!
How I made it crumble,
gently pulling back petals to preserve something brighter
and now it’s falling apart as some foreign part of me begins to unravel too.





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MoandBrowniegirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 19, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Wow, this is awesome. You really have a knack for the achingly beautiful. I love it.
 
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