Rose blossom in the snow
Like I creep from my shallow tones
I stay quit until stand no more
Rose wether off
Well I tare apart
Standing alone with no one to show
Tears fall from the melting snow
Life is not fare
For when it unfolds
Mistake of growing in snow
Made me pay
for i now dried out
With no greens to show.........
i wonder if we really have any choice in where we grow, you know...life def is not fair, dont expect it to be...bittersweat
ReplyDeletehey, why do you link in everywhere and never visit anyone else? i usually skip you now at poetry jam and poetsU and even dverse because you never return visits...i am just trying to understand...
life def is not fair - and in a way we have to live with where we've been planted... unlike the flower so we have the option to de-root and find a new and maybe better place..
ReplyDelete...and would def. be cool if you would visit some of the others who linked up... making connections... meet others...
The cruelty of life is quite similar to the cruelty of life
ReplyDeleteis spring frost
cherry bloom wither -
fading girl