The Broken Rose

Well... my lifes gotten much to complicated to continue this journal, so much sorrow and sadness, maybe i'll be on my way to a better place, but for now i think i shall leave you with a poem, one that i wrote dedicated to one i care about still.

 

Little Things written 7/21/11



Little Things and memories

always remind her of him

little ways in which to say

her heart is still in his care.



she has hid a broken smile

a shattered heart

a fallen tear

building a mask around her.



on occasion the perfectness cracks

the human inside showing through

her pain and sorrow becoming

more then she can bear



yearning for the comfort

of someone who truely cares

she balances on the edge of life

trying not to drown in the flood of tears



everyone asks the same old questions

all she says is the same old line

but how can she be fine

when her world is upside down?



all she has are the little things

the remembered promises now broken

the memories of a happier time

the reminder of the shell of who she once was



she is walking her path

alone and without a guiding light

no more hand reaching out to save her

lost and alone in her plight



scrambling in despiration

losing her faith in humanity

can she reassemble  herself

from the crumpled mess of life?



So for now she has

little things and memories

to remind her of the past

of better times long missed.


Author notes

Written in dedication to the one person i still care about, who like most others in my life seems to have shoved this one to the side

Side Note: This ends the Story Journal of the Broken Rose- SkylarRose Birman- next goal is going to be for another rose, and will be in the broken genre- Labeled Broken Wings- the Story of a fallen Angel