Rose

The Gun went off
She fell into the abyss I promised I'd never let her fall into.
I failed her
Could'nt save her this time
No poem could make her smile...This Time
This Time I really messed up
It's my fault mi amor can't get up
She's laying there
Lifeless
The worst part is Her eyes are Open
I used to tell her my future was seen in them eyes
Not only did I tell her that, but I truely believed it
Believed it so much, that for 8 months after she fell
I could'nt bring myself to rise
Her favorite poem was by Maya Angelou
Phenomenal Woman
She was easily considered Phenomenal...never grew into a woman
Scanning through Maya angelou's book I found the Poem Still I rise
Somehow through those words I heard her and I Rose again
She was my Rose that caused blood to drip from my pen
Never will I see my Rose Again
Tupac said it best though
Rose was definitley grown from the concrete
and the concrete jungle was the reason Rose isn't with me.
Now So many tears are shed
When I read valentines she gave me
Roses R Red.....Can't read no more
So I write
Roses are Red
So was my Rose the day she stormed off because of what I said...

by Byron Cornell Ford II

Comments (1)

a very good poem...gets 10 from smiling ASHKA