My Silent Friend

You have been with me through all my special moments,

From the day we arrive to the day we depart.

Each of your colors holds meaning, representing your quiet significance.

You sit in the corner, beautiful and reserved,

Providing ambiance and alluring the room.

Many pass by just to breathe in your aroma,

Each inhalation recalling memories of the moments you were given to them.

Yo...

As she told him

All the ways she’d like

To be tied and hit

He flinched

Like a little boy

The guilt welcomed him

Sinking into his chest

The familiar racing

Only failed to console

The mind of a guilty sadist...

Dead Roses.

Once beautiful before they were mistreated and damaged.

Much like oneself.

People can be beautiful and filled with life.

Until their mistreated.

Causing them to lose their life and become a shell of what they once were.

The petals loosing their magic.

The thorns becoming sharper.

And the flower losing its emotion.

Dead roses.

The term I like to use for heartbreak.

When a bright rose lo...

She heard ‘I love you’ far more than the average human hears it in their lifetime. It was an occupational hazard, as a wedding coordinator. She sighed heavily as she set down a wooden container filled with bouncing ranunculus, layers of sweet peas, and varying heights of David Austin roses, all poking through variegated pittosporum and baby blue spiral eucalyptus. _What a waste_, she would think, ...

In the corner of her room, sat an untouched vase of roses. The roses, once vibrant, where now withered and brown. The petals where brittle under her fingers as they crumbled like forgotten promises. They where from him. She hadn’t thrown them away because, even in death, they had once held a reminder— of love that had faded, and words that never came.

Yet time to time, wondered if love, like ros...

Dead roses,

How can it be?

You were my fantasy!!!

Why do you die,

Did you lie?

I thought you lived forever!

Dead roses,

Come to life!!!...

Bright vibrant red or

Soft yellow roses

Beautiful, flawless

Leaves and petals with

Sharp green thorns

Now lay dead ,

black and dried up

Some blowing away

Into the air

Almost Disappearing,

Making you question

If they were ever

Really there at all?

Yet ,with your grief and

Healing ,you begin to

Realize roses

Also Decay and die🥀

A symbol of our own

Delicate life cycle

However, there’s al...

They say it’s the thought that counts. Fresh roses. Fresh roses to say I love you. Fresh roses to say thank you. Fresh roses to say congratulations. They never last, so do the thoughts also never last? Do the thoughts also have an expiration date? Does the thought also only live as long as I take care of it? Even with the best intentions they can’t last forever. Dead roses. Dead roses to say I use...

In a garden where silence softly sighs,

Petals once vibrant, now curl and die,

Crimson dreams in the evening's embrace,

Whispers of love lost, time cannot chase.

Leaves like whispers, brittle and brown,

Bearing the weight of a love’s fading crown,

Frost-kissed the memories, where laughter once bloomed,

Now shadows of fragrance lie heavy in gloom.

Under the moonlight, their beauty...

I’ll never forget!

The tradition you started since the day we met.

You never missed a day.

Your timing as perfects as a beautiful sunshine ray!

A beautiful bouquet of red roses.

The scent so strong it filled our noses.

If I were to ever define love in one smell.

It would be fresh roses with a bit of your cologne that you can barely tell.

You’d buy 12 but would always keep one.

I never knew why and...