My Rose

The way she smiles

Touches my heart

Mending its breaks

But it tears me apart



It gives me hopes

Of forgetting my past

Of getting over problems

Of being happy at last



But I can never be sure

We are probably just friends

My thoughts are at odds

At opposite ends



The thoughts of happiness

Fill me with hope

But maybe I’m wrong

I’ll continue to cope



Until the day

When my soul knows

I’ll go on wondering

Will she be my rose?

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Maggie Waller's picture

kiff i must say this is a fantastic poem. a true work of art. i wonder who it could possibly be about? haha well who ever it is she must be amazing. keep on writing my dear because u are a true romantic!

poetvg's picture

NICE WORK
ON THIS ONE