I never really wanted to write anything about love whether it’s happy or sad as I don’t want to sound cheesy or corny but it has suddenly clicked my light bulb.
And this is my entry for this week’s challenge (Easy as Pie) inspired by :
A Rose
Love is a rose but you better not pick it.
It only grows when it’s on the vine.
A handful of thorns and you’ll know you’ve missed it.
You lose your love when you say the word “mine.”
(Neil Young, “Love Is a Rose,” 1977)
You were once a star that sprinkled magic to my life. And from then on I lived a life of fairy tales thinking and wishing that there will be a happy ending. Every day and every night my heartbeats fast. Like a playful kid I ran my heart out, like a free little bird I spread my wings and fly until I almost reached wonderland.
You were once like a spring, a season of flowers and everything was bright and beautiful. I picked a flower which looks like you and have sent it through with all my love for you. Like fields my love blossomed, like flowers it bloomed. But like the due, your love became blue.
You were once a rose, a red one. I came close and touched you, but all your thorns pricked my fingers. With blood dripping, with pain I wondered. How can a sweet little thing slash me like a powerful sword?It ripped my heart out, and killed my cheerful soul.
Once again you became a star, but then you twinkled death to my dreams. The world turned around and winter rushed in. Sitting beside the window watching the snow flakes fall from the gloomy sky, I embraced my pillow wishing all my life – I hope spring comes again at the right place and at the right time.
Well I don’t have a title for this one, I can’t squeeze my brain anymore.
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