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Tears

Red rose in his hand,

"Sorry" slips from his lips,

my eyes match the bloom-

I am undone.

His look of contrite longing

scenting a path to my heart,

sweetness dripping

in time with my tears.

AllĀ I see are thorns

hooking my skin

and another empty promise

in a vase.

◄ Gone to Earth

Retreat ►

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<Deleted User> (3257)

Tue 12th May 2009 09:20

So, have you always been so charming? Thank you for the comments, i've long ever wondered if it were possible to meet someone so charming who writes poetry too, maybe im wrong but i think i might be on to something x

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 20th Apr 2009 21:52

This feels like half a story to me, perhaps that is the piece's clever bit, leaves me wondering a little. Lovely words, clever fragility and a pain rearing its head again. Well written Sian.

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winston plowes

Mon 20th Apr 2009 16:54

Stunning Sian...

Winston x

Steve, some men are bastards / some women are too

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Steve Regan

Mon 20th Apr 2009 15:41

Clever use of imagery, Sian...
"All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise
in a vase."

Liked this poem very much. Have to say though, it irks me as a man, to see how many poems generally have the 'men are b******* who will let you down and hurt you' as a dominant theme.

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Chris Dawson

Mon 20th Apr 2009 11:28

Well done.
Cx

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clarissa mckone

Mon 20th Apr 2009 04:31

How true at times. Very good poem!

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Francine

Mon 20th Apr 2009 00:50

Simply written with the analogy of the red rose, yet so much underlying emotion...
Forgiveness is never easy for some... and for others, it is too easy...

'All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise'

I never forgive the same mistake twice...

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