How did a field of roses become soooo red? Drench with mistrust, hatred and the scent of death, What was once a meadow filled with giddy joy and mirth, Is gradually being wiped clean from the enchantress face of mother earth, We lay wast...
How did a field of roses become soooo red?
Drench with mistrust, hatred and the scent of death,
What was once a meadow filled with giddy joy and mirth,
Is gradually being wiped clean from the enchantress face of mother earth,
We lay waste to our memories,
Of what was once held dear,
As this picturesque of fantasy slowly disappear,
Teary eyed gazing across the way
When did this field of roses start to decay?
A keen sense of nostalgia blows in the wind; taking what little hope was left for a new bloom, a new begin-ning,
"Let's not fight ..................anymore!!" my inner voice declares,
Uncertain steps wrapped in repetition, take their stride,
Left then Right,
Left then Right..........
I hold no weapons, no hidden tricks, no armor to cover, waving that white flag on a stick,
Along this path of surrender I weep for these soldiers,
These strong people who grow over time from the emotional plateaus experienced in life,
Our past selves, — to who we are now, the us, the we, the you, the me,
Face to face, a feet a part, lustful lips lock loving hearts,
Your defenses up, eyes watchful like a hawk,
One more step, this, to communicate, to speak on the affairs of mending the broken parts,
You draw your sword,
Your shield alive,
Standing firm is my reply, I come in peace radiates in my smile,
Another step, a bit closer,
Your stands make way to thrust, displaying your ignorant anger,
"Let's not fight...............anymore!" screams from my lips, "no more pain, lessened anguish",
And there right in front of me, just a glimpse — of regret, remorse and redemption, a WIN....
A leap of excitement rushed in my blood, imagines of our future, a happier us....fixing our tattered shells, refilling our emptied jugs and watering these roses of us... rebuilding, reshaping, re — EVERYTHING — oh what splendor !! uh uh
Why are the roses turning black?
The vision fades, abdominal pang, uh uh, reality hits as the liquid life flows,
'Thump' to the ground, on bended knees I fall,
The battle lost,
No fire to rekindled, relationship tossed —
- in a grave so deep and lonely,
Gave my love, he took my Humanity..........
Jumping out of my sleep, panic in a sweat holding my dreamt wound,
"I'm alive!!!", rejoicing,
Far away but beside me you lay,
"No, i'm still in death, another battle field awaits"
So I turn on my side, eyelids shut, dreading the day,
The day when there will be another fight between us................................................