All of The Intention of a Fresh Picked Rose.
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Have you ever
Awakened into
A Nightmare,..
while wondering
when The Nightmares
were going
to End?
Kill The lights and
Fade to Gray!!
(Lose Faith in
Love Pretend.)
I wrote a Pretty Prose ..
which had all of the
Intention of a Fresh
Picked Rose.
But soon Tore Every
Petal Off.
(before Love had
a Chance To Grow.)
She Loves Me!!"
She Loves me Not!!"
( I suppose I'll never Know.)
..............
This Nightmare is
beginning to be
my Favorite Reality. .
Because I know
what to Expect.
Gray Walls,
and Hopeless
Dreams,..full of
Puppets who
View Themselves
in Retrospect!!
with Pretty Prose
bearing every Intention
of Loves Sweet Memory!,..
A Rose which
Masks the lingering
Scent of My
Lone Heart's Death!!
(Now and For Eternity.)
j.stephen.h
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