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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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