Roses Aren't Red Date: Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 02:46:14 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: heartwaypastbeating I crossed the street and saw her standing there peeking from the cracked concrete alone in her self-conscious petals a lovely white rose looking not so lovely at all I bent down to offer my consolement I whispered into her damp colors "trust me about this, I know how you got here and I know how you feel." She just sat and quivered like my reflection I saw in the raindrops but she hurried me along said she was waiting, waiting to be plucked up and taken home and so that's where you'll find me standing on your sidewalk during that terrible storm waiting for you take me home yea, just take me home This poem is Copyright © heartwaypastbeating Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=89633