Thrones and Roses
You've been a throne in my side. Brought all your pain from before me
my way. It's not from my hands you suffer. It's from the choices you've
made and the people that hurt you before our day.
Along with the pain, you've brought some color, some Roses my way.
Those gestures still won't make our love linger and stay.
Flowers die and grow, weeds in the places where Roses once grew.
They weren't feed or cared for properly, so they died.
Now theres nothing but weeds, what shall we do, dig them up so
our love might survive?
my way. It's not from my hands you suffer. It's from the choices you've
made and the people that hurt you before our day.
Along with the pain, you've brought some color, some Roses my way.
Those gestures still won't make our love linger and stay.
Flowers die and grow, weeds in the places where Roses once grew.
They weren't feed or cared for properly, so they died.
Now theres nothing but weeds, what shall we do, dig them up so
our love might survive?
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.