When the Roses Die
When the Roses die
When the roses die
and we have cried together
Then I will turn away
We'll say goodbye, but not forever.
You were the lover of my youth
When fires burn the brightest
And I'll remember through the years
a love too brittle to stand the test.
The crucible we're fired in
was never made of gold.
It only looked that way to us
But turns to lead as it grows cold.
Our dreams have paled, now we seek
some hope to cling to in the storm.
That life has whipped to chaos here
behind the love that kept us warm.
The world is older now, but yet
we know there is no harder task
we'll ever face...we said goodbye
There is no other choice, when the roses die.
Published by Debora HIll
I am the co-owner of Lost Myths Ink LLC, a company created for the development and promotion of my solo writings and my collaborative work with Sandra Brandenburg. I am the author of five novels and three... View profile
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Great poem Debora, I really like the whole idea of gold and lead since their relative periodic standing of value and invalue and alchemists that try to make one from the other--one shiny and brilliant and one dull and etc. Great poem about life and love.
Beautiful poem.