Peace&Harmony~Doe

Red, Red Goodbye


The color of the red, red rose does sorrow come and sadness grow
left only to be tended by the broken heart, that knows.
So many magic days, our nights, to believe my life a paradise; one bullet
one pistol, last kiss, last night...
The blood that flowed as deep a shade as the red, red rose...

The hours pass by minutes slow, the broken heart is left to know
the shadow spilt upon the floor...
The last remains and nothing more, the day that I approach that door
the life, the smile that left your face, yearning for one last embrace....

The vision planted in its place is gently held by the heart, that knows
cut so deep, by the torn hidden in the color of that beautiful red, red rose...

A scar, unseen, by eyes but mine, is all they left, to mark the time...
A darkened tassel of your hair, across your face in deep despair
a heart so wounded knows, no repair...
It lingers in the empty air, it begs and pleads in quiet prayer...
The hope, to wake and find you there...

The silent thunder breaks the dream, reality it seems, spares me not
what I recall...
That morning when I saw it all, the fear to go beyond the hall, to
kneel besides you.
Through it all...
To have the color on my clothes, much deeper then a red, red rose

Upon the place where you last laid, I have your pillow tucked away

I have my coffee in morning come, against the wall my head where
yours laid, my senses recall...

Your last breathe belongs to me, in notes you wrote my memory flees
to lay beside you would be warm...
A feeling safe within your arms, that once was the softest place
to wake and look to see your face..
To the heart that knows, I hide them well...
the scar that grows, the pain that dwells...

The stories left, some untold of how together, lives unfold...
With the lasting reminder of that ever so amazingly wonderful
red, red rose and you.....

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