March 16, 2012 /

Days and days go by

Roses wither away, red to black

The petals which once represented something much more are now ashes

Destroyed but not by fire but by your own hand

Leaves fall off trees yet they live

What about this? What we had?

Is it alive or is it ashes?

The red roses represented our love and now they are black

An unforeseen coal mine now rest deep inside me

It sucks me in deeper and deeper

And as I try to pull away it collapses on me trapping me forever

Now like the roses I will be ashes

And all I had to represent for this was my heart

Now that slows to a sudden stop

And as my last breath is let out

All I hope for is for you to save me

By Gibran ‘Gibz’   Moncayo

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