mermayd Posted February 10, 2003 Share Posted February 10, 2003 I look in the mirror To see an unfamiliaar face gazing back at me. A blank stare burns into my curious eyes. I stare back into those mysterious eyes of troublesome. To see not only hurt and pain But lonliness caused from another. A crimson rose she had once handled with care Has now puncured her soft fleshy finger. As a single tear of blood Rolls down this strange face, Nothing but blackness surrounds us. Again I am alone Floating in darkness, in solitude. Nothing in sight But a strange face staring back at me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sisterlynch Posted February 10, 2003 Share Posted February 10, 2003 Yes indeed, you are correct, however, we must be more careful with our red rose to begin with, it must always be handled with care as it is our true essance as a human to love a rose and to be loved in return! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neva_black_n_white Posted December 21, 2003 Share Posted December 21, 2003 sorry about the late responce only the name attracted me. i'd have to say great poem, and beautiful responce. the language used within was so detailed and really does draw you in. so creative. great words. kel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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