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The Roses Upon Her Back

Contributed by Twysted_Fate on Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 02:12:24 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



I saw her the first time,
she passed me just the other day,
Perfection manifested,
as my heart skipped a beat,
not knowing what I should say.

I sat down beside her,
and asked her her name,
quickly smacking myself,
for using a line so lame..

I heard not what she said,
the words, they were just a blur,
from the look in her blue eyes,
did new emotions stir.
I sat down beside her,
quickly did the time pass,
soon realizing to myself,
"Where am I, Oh, I'm in the wrong class"..

Later, she told me,
that she already had her a lover,
sadness overcame me,
for her heart belonged to another..
She said things weren't perfect,
not always her paradise,
occasionally he said hurtful things,
oh venom-filled things,
that just weren't very nice.

I sat in the room,
gazed up her perfection,
praying up to God,
she wouldn't notice my ten foot raging erection..
Okay, I was kidding,
two of those feet did I lack..
it was then did I notice,
a beautiful rose on her back.

I said that like her, it was beautiful,
on her it looked good..
adding more to my desires,
than many things would.

She said "Well, he doesn't like it,
he said it should be undone"
I gazed back at her and said
"Well maybe hes not the one..
for there is no reason that you should change,
to gain the love of another,
should you have yourself re-arranged"

Her eyes gazed back upon me,
and said "Do you understand?
I know hes not perfect,
but he still is my Man."

"Well if he doesn't love you,
just for who you are,
yet you give him money,
you even lend him your car?"
"You should be with someone" I said,
"who'll treat you like a queen..
not someone who sees you as a trophy,
and an unappreciative soul that must be obscene...

I wish I knew,
if this could change her mind..
the only way, will I know,
observing through the passage of time...

If theres only two memories in the future,
and all others that I lack,
hopefully they'll be of the beauty of her eyes and heart,
as well as the Perfect Rose Upon Her back....





Copyright © Twysted_Fate ... [ 2005-09-16 02:12:24]
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Re: The Roses Upon Her Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Lollypopxcore on Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 02:25:13 AM AEST
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This was an amazing poem. Im really really sorry. But that was really really beautiful. :)
you'll be alright.
You sound like a very sweet person.


Re: The Roses Upon Her Back (User Rating: 1 )
by igba on Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 09:37:27 AM AEST
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outstanding,really touching.i fell u bro


Re: The Roses Upon Her Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 04:49:19 PM AEST
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This was an amazing write... Loved it.
I thing the one before was also good... real cute..
Keep them coming..
Jenni


Re: The Roses Upon Her Back (User Rating: 1 )
by oreo_kisses on Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 04:12:47 PM AEST
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awe i love this poem.. it reminds me of some times i would love to forget... thank you...




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