Only For Your Roses
Part 2
Where the rose meets the thorn
So is this like our love.
Hurt, love, laughter and friendship
All describe our love.
When you kept me waiting I never faltered from that silent vigilance.
Somehow I made it back to you from inside my dying heart.
When you didn't come
I threw down that lovely rose I found for you.
Never really expecting you to show up but still hoping,
Waiting.
My little demon in all his glory and pride choking what love that was
inside.
Not really knowing this emotion and hiding it from me.
I would love to lay with you and have your little body close to mine.
To show you how much you mean to me and never let you go.
Silences that were never broken
Turned into a broken love.
Ahhh...
Love is not for all.
But somehow,
I pulled my broken heart together and went on with my life
Knowing you were somewhere close.
Watching, always watching.
For that a smile graced my face and I uttered a little laugh.
But a dark night took me back to that betrayal and reminded me how I had
felt.
Even if the days went by you were always on my mind
Lurking just out of reach.
I needed to go back to that point in my life
Just once more.
I pleaded with myself
If I could just feel your warm body pressed against mine.
I went back to that dreadful place and hell help me,
I cried.
Then, you were there.
Surrounding me in your deliciously warm scent.
Touching me where it hurt most
My heart.
I held you close and you gave me a white rose,
So like you to do that.
We kissed passionately and then I laid you back on that now sweet place
And loved you forever.
Reader's note:
I just put this together for some of my reviewers. I hope you like it and want me to write more. Please, e-mail me! I'm dying of suspense to know what you think of my writing. This is just my little collection of poems for my favorite couple, Kurama and Hiei. If you haven't guessed already, the first little poem is about Hiei's point of view on the second is Kurama's.
Sorry about the little mistake on the first poem. Pricing is supposed to be piercing. My bad.
Part 2
Where the rose meets the thorn
So is this like our love.
Hurt, love, laughter and friendship
All describe our love.
When you kept me waiting I never faltered from that silent vigilance.
Somehow I made it back to you from inside my dying heart.
When you didn't come
I threw down that lovely rose I found for you.
Never really expecting you to show up but still hoping,
Waiting.
My little demon in all his glory and pride choking what love that was
inside.
Not really knowing this emotion and hiding it from me.
I would love to lay with you and have your little body close to mine.
To show you how much you mean to me and never let you go.
Silences that were never broken
Turned into a broken love.
Ahhh...
Love is not for all.
But somehow,
I pulled my broken heart together and went on with my life
Knowing you were somewhere close.
Watching, always watching.
For that a smile graced my face and I uttered a little laugh.
But a dark night took me back to that betrayal and reminded me how I had
felt.
Even if the days went by you were always on my mind
Lurking just out of reach.
I needed to go back to that point in my life
Just once more.
I pleaded with myself
If I could just feel your warm body pressed against mine.
I went back to that dreadful place and hell help me,
I cried.
Then, you were there.
Surrounding me in your deliciously warm scent.
Touching me where it hurt most
My heart.
I held you close and you gave me a white rose,
So like you to do that.
We kissed passionately and then I laid you back on that now sweet place
And loved you forever.
Reader's note:
I just put this together for some of my reviewers. I hope you like it and want me to write more. Please, e-mail me! I'm dying of suspense to know what you think of my writing. This is just my little collection of poems for my favorite couple, Kurama and Hiei. If you haven't guessed already, the first little poem is about Hiei's point of view on the second is Kurama's.
Sorry about the little mistake on the first poem. Pricing is supposed to be piercing. My bad.