Wednesday, 8 September 2010

October Rose

There once was something meaningful, hidden between the lines,
Something to make someone like me smile.
There once was hope of adoration, and a future of better times,
Yet, somehow, you left me behind.

There once was something charming, in the secrets of your prose,
Something to lift me from my lows,
And where I now am nothing but December snow,
How I loved being October’s rose.

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