Apr 16

Winter Rose

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pale skin and cold cold kiss dread face bloodless

as we kiss is it the long last autumn of our love is it that we consumed each other till the last drop of passion

I see us withering about to fall about to part

coffees left to cool down like my feelings cigarettes left to burn out like my heart and we just sit there without saying a word hours passed ages passes by

cigarette burn on the coffee table youtube plays a random song the lyrics said

''Stronger than a winter rose I knew from long ago I let go - the new is not the old Lovely as a winter rose Bringing me room (now) to know I can grow - even in winter's snow Stronger than a winter rose''

and i'm lost in this soothing rhyme i'm lost in a gaze of winter rain through the window i gaze onto your stillborn tears that your eyes are ready to pour

''Standing in the wind and cold All alone Beauty I long to hold Lovely as a winter rose Bringing me room (now) to know I can grow - even in winter's snow''

the song goes on nobody has any idea you packed your bag walked out the door out off my life

i could've tried to stop you but it would be our last fight adrenaline running through my vain i could've tried to call and yell and fight for you to stay

but silently like a storm aftermath i know stronger than a winter rose with or without me in your life you'll stand you'll stand tall

Hamza, poignant work! So much emotions involved, and we love the theme of the 'winter rose!' Thank you so much for posting this expressive poem about the hardships of love.

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