Post by grasshopper on Mar 20, 2006 21:59:25 GMT -6
I wrote this one a while ago.
She Hates Roses
A girl fell in love
And she fell hard
As hard as her bone
With the sound of a crack
Like a whiplash
When her heart broke.
She felt his fingers
Interlocked between hers
But they were never there
She only the felt the heat of them
Reverberating on the branches of her veins
Just like she felt his lips on hers
Which she longed to taste
And could only imagine
What heaven really was.
She looked into his eyes
Tried to peer into his soul
But got the clearness of the December rain
The mascara blotched around her eyes
Turned her into a raccoon
Or a girl with abuse
Though the only abuse that went on,
Was inside of her, an inner battle.
She hated the way he yelled at her
The way she became ignored
She hated his smiles, his looks towards others
Because they were never directed at her
She hated the sound of his voice
The way he was happy but curt with her
She hated the fact that he didn’t notice
That she needed every bit of him
She hated the way he didn’t talk to her
Silence was no pain killer
She hated the way he looked away
Anything she wanted to do then was fall
She hated the way she didn’t hate him
Not once, not twice, not a little, not at all.
She hated cupid who struck her with his arrow
Who never took the arrow back and apologized
She hated the way the rose slashed at her
Because they only have little thorns
She hated the little hearts people drew
When they said that was real love
She hated the weddings, the diamonds the smiles, the love
Only because she could not love another herself
She hated the fact that this was love
Because true love burns brightest
But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.
She hated the fact that when she peered into a mirror
The image staring back at her was me…
She Hates Roses
A girl fell in love
And she fell hard
As hard as her bone
With the sound of a crack
Like a whiplash
When her heart broke.
She felt his fingers
Interlocked between hers
But they were never there
She only the felt the heat of them
Reverberating on the branches of her veins
Just like she felt his lips on hers
Which she longed to taste
And could only imagine
What heaven really was.
She looked into his eyes
Tried to peer into his soul
But got the clearness of the December rain
The mascara blotched around her eyes
Turned her into a raccoon
Or a girl with abuse
Though the only abuse that went on,
Was inside of her, an inner battle.
She hated the way he yelled at her
The way she became ignored
She hated his smiles, his looks towards others
Because they were never directed at her
She hated the sound of his voice
The way he was happy but curt with her
She hated the fact that he didn’t notice
That she needed every bit of him
She hated the way he didn’t talk to her
Silence was no pain killer
She hated the way he looked away
Anything she wanted to do then was fall
She hated the way she didn’t hate him
Not once, not twice, not a little, not at all.
She hated cupid who struck her with his arrow
Who never took the arrow back and apologized
She hated the way the rose slashed at her
Because they only have little thorns
She hated the little hearts people drew
When they said that was real love
She hated the weddings, the diamonds the smiles, the love
Only because she could not love another herself
She hated the fact that this was love
Because true love burns brightest
But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.
She hated the fact that when she peered into a mirror
The image staring back at her was me…