If there was a God, He would let me give you white roses.
He, should He exist, would shower us in rain,
Pellets of water slapping on our skin.
I think that He, in his wisdom, could endow us with something intangible--
That if we believed, we would know.
In faith, we placed everything,
Praying that I could give you white roses.
Nothing withers on the vine,
No letters leave with seal unbroken,
Nothing so sincere.
Instead I bought, I cherished white roses
And kept them alone in my room.
If there was a God, he would let me speak
And cure this cancer, cure this doubt
Over you.
It’s so sad to hear silence on your lips
And to see your eyes so coolly blank;
The sun was setting
Though I couldn’t hand you white roses.
Author notes
Roses in general :-p
A contest entry
- Give A Metaphor More Potency!!! by Quality Contests.
425 points, ended April 15, 2007, 13 entries
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Passing through once more before the results. Thank you for entering and making this contest a success.
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A little confused as to how this fits the contest, it's not bad overall.
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This is great.... you're an amazing poet... and so many new ones in so little time... yet each one great! Loved it! Rock on! xoox Meg
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