February 13, 2006

Roses

Getting a Rose
Isn't worth
Watching it die

1 comment:

Elindomiel said...

:P That day I threw out my flowers from Mrs. Desloge, and went to school only to receive a rose from Mrs. Schlarman. I carried it around all day and smelled it, but when I came home I tore it apart with my fingers. It almost hurt inside, but it a way it was better than the incontrollable forces of time slowly wilting the flower into nothingness. No, just a moment, the red petals staining your fingers, the scent filling the kitchen, then, nothing. Just a memory, always fresh.