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[aid] => mick
[title] => Withered Roses
[time] => 2006-01-17 15:30:46
[hometext] => One can wait only so long for something that will never come...
[bodytext] =>  The rain hasn’t stopped falling, I’m covered in the sky’s crystal pestilence And my own wretched tears… I’ve been sitting here My despair growing with each second that you’re not here, Roses wilting in my tremulous hands, Just like our love… My mind’s been telling me that I shouldn’t have done this, Given you another chance. You said 8 o’clock. It’s 10:27 p.m. And I’m still waiting… I remember… The soft tales your lips whispered into mine, Stories much like our own at the time, Your hands, amorous and humble, traveling the plains of my body, Eyes of the sweetest honeys Willing my heart to cease beating with one flutter of eyelash, An arch of an eyebrow, a content sigh, an utter of dark hair languishing on your cheek… Sublime moments found in resonating silence, The perfection in a poet’s perfect dream… Darling, it’s nearly midnight I’ve been drowning my voice of reason with excuses of where you just might be, and why. I’ve been feeding my imagination with lonely manifestations of how we used to be, and the repetitious “What-if” melody… The roses no longer radiate with crimson splendor, But ebony surrender, hollow I love you’s, and inevitable defeat… I’ve been singing our song, dear, but you’re not answering, My voice is hoarse from battling the relentless roaring of rain and wind, So I’ll just leave it as a half-remembered harmony, and let my heart continue this hymn of despair, Hoping that it will reach your ears, and you will come to me One last time… My love, it’s been an eternity, You’re still not in my arms, It’s still raining, Dead roses still in hand, I’m still waiting, Still a broken man… [comments] => 9 [counter] => 625 [topic] => 22 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 35 [ratings] => 11 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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