Sipping ice-cold seasoned wine,
Trying to rewind memories of precious past,
These minutes give the shivers down my spine,
I wonder was it love or burst of sheer lust…
Our feelings gone like melted snow,
Became the thrown pages of my prose,
We`re no more lovers, friends or foes,
You`re lonely gardener and I`m your crying rose.
You tore off mercilessly my poor petals
Or maybe I did something wrong,
Perhaps we lost the thread and steps were fatal,
We drift our lives and give up golden throne.
I force myself to stop the quivers
And slip a blanket over myself
Recalling time we drowned in lovers` fever
And were like precious books on only shelf.
I revelled carelessly in loving dose,
Inhaled crystal air of that treasured time,
It flew away and now I`m just a crying rose,
We both gave up the dizzy heights to climb.
Crying rose
© Copyright: Светик Петрова, 2012
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