I've met someone who has felt
the underside of roses.
She bears the scars of such thorns.
She came to me with a vulnerable heart
worn on her sleeve.
I felt it quiver as if a babe naked in the cold.
We felt love grow within, but held one another
with memories of past pains festering sorely
from wounds that never healed.
We are witless shrinks with neither anodyne nor cure
searching desperately through the pages of a blank book
as we cower from one another's embrace as we count
The times that we have loved and lost.
We have become grown cowards
trying to nurse vexations within,
unable to nurture one another.
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A contest entry
- Not So Happily Ever After (Romeo And Juilet) by HereComesTheSun.
950 points, ended February 13, 31 entries
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Comments
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great points written out about love in this to me shows the truth
thanks for entering
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