Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
-Jessamyn West
At the far end of the room.
Black colored chairs leaning against white walls.
There you were all alone.
A little red rose growing in concrete.
I longed to touch your petals.
To feel them against my fingers.
To inhale your scent.
And let the smell linger.
Soft and vulnerable.
So detailed yet so beautiful.
I took a few steps your way.
Ready to take you far away.
But alas, someone else came along.
I was too late...all i can say is -so long.
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11 comments:
Hmmm...say hello before you say goodbye comes to mind.
Have a great weekend blogo.
The downside of over thinking stuff? Nice one...
oh.....that's so sad! #Lesson Live in the moment! Have an awesome weekend mars!
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hmmmmmmm......
too late, too late shall be the cry.
have a fabulous one...
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Tragic!
Nice one,:)
wow!...so sweet but sad....emotions painted with crystal words!..hmm...the line: "But alas, someone else came along. I was too late...all i can say is -so long"...reminds me of my poem "Too Late"
Aww. Beautiful...but very sad.
@everyone: Many thanks guys, for your comments. Nice weekend!!
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