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This is a poem by Artemis about Holly. It was origionally my pitiful attempt at writing a song that I did while trying to come up with an idea for Ink on Paper, for which I am currently having a spot of writer's block. Then I got the idea to make this from Artemis to Holly, and then it got too long and too hard to sing, so I turned it into a poem. I finished it and thought wow, what am I going to do with this? So I descided to publish it. Since it was origionally a song, it's not quite as poem-like as I would have made it were it a poem from the begining.

By the way, the periods are between stanzas because I can't seem to put spaces between them-FanFictin won't let me. Don't let them bother you.

Wild Roses

Wild roses in your hair,

They don't bloom quite like the ones

I gave you that night under the oak tree

Feet dangling in the river, laughing

Wild roses, thorns tangled in your hair,

But you don't seem to care.

.

Resting on my palm

Catching the sun,

A coin with a hole through the center

Like the crater in my heart

You gave this to me

As a reminder to blow

On that smothered spark every once in a while

.

Roses in the water,

Drifting over rock beds

Droplets clinging to petals

Like the tears I will not cry

Roses in the water

.

You sat down beside me

By the river bend

Wild roses where the sun kissed the bank

You plucked one, discarding the stem

Held it on your palm,

Sun glancing off the water droplets

First came the rain, then the snow

Catching on the roses, dusting you hair

Before we left you tossed it away, into the stream

And it slowly drifted away.

.

Now I sit by that same river

Wishing you were here,

Orion came, and I fear I've lost your trust

Bouquet of roses in one hand

I wait,

I hoped to make this all up to you

But you haven't shown your face

.

Tears I never cried before

Trickle down my cheek

The sun sinks with my tears,

I hold roses to my face

Now there are teardrops

On the petals

I've no hope that you will come

.

I throw the roses into the stream

They drift slowly away,

Until finally they sink under the water

.

Back home, beside my bed, awhile back

I inked your portrait from my mind's eye

Framed it with inky roses

That picture awaits me when I return

On top of lesser papers littering my desk

And by the window sill,

Potted roses, wilting now

Rotten petals, brown at the edges

Like they'd been burned

.

The next day, you finally show

You didn't mention last night

But before you go, you ask me

To come by the river tonight

After you'd left, I sit at the piano

Absent-mindedly fingering a song

Thinking of you

Now there are rose petals littering the piano

Covering the keys

With wild roses in my hand

I set out to see you

.

We sat by the river all night,

Laughing and talking just like before

I gave you roses

And your eyes lit up

Like they were your first

Now the wild roses you plucked from beside the stream

Are caught in your hair

They don't bloom quite like the ones

I gave you that night we sat under the oak tree

But I don't seem to care.

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