Bed Of Dry Roses


Bed Of Dry Roses

By Rapando

Thu 22 Sep, 2016 18:03:14 EAT
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#lost love  #regrets  #future  

Bed Of Dry Roses

So yesterday she came clean and told me she was leaving,
She said she was more of a shadow than a keeper,
And I was more of a brother than a lover,
That I was too gentle, that I left no scar that would tickle her heart,
That she prefered being scratched to being soothed.
She said the road was too smooth she was slipping to nothingness.

She says she got tired of choreographed drama that was the signature of our relationship,
That she was the lead actress in a show that I had booked a ticket for her,
And that she would be more glad to sit and watch from a distance,
Rather than act her heart out to the audience that was her.

Well, she gave me a bed of roses and the fragrance lured me to dreams of her,
Now the roses have dried up and the thorns grow longer with each night,
The rot deep down scares my sleep away and I drown in sleepless stares
dotted by awfully short spurts of sleep hijacked by ocassional nightmares of her,
My parents taught me love with love, but not how to love,
I saw my lover as my sister and trusted her as a mother,
She tried to teach me otherwise with private talks and seductions,
But my modesty proved to be my undoing,
I wrote her hot poems but my hands proved too timid to complete the bond,
Now she looks for a lover in a stranger.

I fear my bed of roses will rot to dust and soil,
But, maybe from it, another love will sprout and fill my thirst with an even greater fragrance,
I look at it with hope that the thorns wont kiss my heart,
and let the little hope in there leak to oblivion.
I fear that she will weave a better bed for that stranger,
And forget about the one she made for me,
Maybe the stranger will sleep on it as I did,
Maybe he will punch holes in it,
And make her fill them up with her emptiness.

Well, at the moment I'll just lie on my bed of dry roses,
look for the one who'll replace the thorns with her velvet covered smile,
And wipe away my regrets with her understanding.
Now I know the feeling of dry roses, and the meaning of fresh ones,
I won't throw the latter for the former, not again.

By Rapando
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  • Faith Alando
    Great job and talent there!
    375 wk ago
  • Gasheri gichunge
    375 wk ago
  • Nitah
    wow. I don't know what to say..its dope
    375 wk ago
  • Kesh
    She said she was more a shadow than a keeper😍😍😍 Fine line
    375 wk ago
  • Xtine
    375 wk ago
  • Sandra Boggie
    Raps , the first stanza is my favorite. Now I am going to write about a break-up and steal some of your lines. Thank you for granting me the permission Oh before I forget... A a... the persona isn't the poet. So nice!
    375 wk ago
  • Dottie
    Great poem
    375 wk ago
  • Zeddy
    Nice flow Mood can be established and the nostalgic tone too. Proud of you boy
    375 wk ago
  • Immah
    Lovely.... Bed of dry roses...lost love... Its dopeβ˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…
    375 wk ago
  • Victor
    Great work bro
    375 wk ago
  • Rapando Jnr
    Thanks so much guys, am humbled
    375 wk ago
  • Yvonne
    I totally love this piece .....nice job
    375 wk ago
  • Kenyatta Kechi
    Great work
    374 wk ago
  • Newton
    Awesome .. i love it
    374 wk ago
  • Winnie Esther Mosongo
    I love this piece. It's so carries away the reader's attention...the reader's mind to the persona's world. Great piece #thumbs up#
    372 wk ago
  • Newton
    Breath taking
    372 wk ago
  • Faree
    Sam I always in love with all this... Great piece of work
    372 wk ago
  • Faree
    Sam I always in love with all this... Great piece of work
    372 wk ago
  • Merel Atieno
    Nice one
    365 wk ago
  • Rapando Jnr
    Thanks guys, much appreciated
    354 wk ago

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