I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
She saw the last rose of summer,
the petals were blown off by the wind,
beneath her feet they lay,
crushed no longer,
It reminded her of loves that have ended,
with silence and the closing of a door,
with hearts left bleeding
and filled with pain.
The rose will bloom,
once spring comes again,
but love that has died -
will never live again.
Often times you hear,
such words that are dear,
that love never dies,
but that is only if –
it has been a true love.
leaves destruction in its wake,
makes it hard to believe –
that one day another love will come.
For some life goes on,
while others stand by the roadside,
watching love and life pass them by.
She saw the bare branches,
of trees reaching toward the sky,
they reminded her of when -
his arms reached for her.
In the winter they will be frozen in time,
just like her heart froze,
the day she lost his love
and the music stopped playing.
It will be a cold winter,
with no one warm hold,
there is hope that when the spring,
winds come blowing in,
a heart that is frozen without love -
can melt along with the ice and snow.
To learn to love again
and have someone new to hold.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee