Beauty Within
I choose a rose for its beauty and splendor
not seeing the daisy as it sat alone quietly
the rose had many thorns I soon learned
each time I tried to touch it I would cry
the daisy all alone its patience unrelenting
each time the daisy held back its beauty
for it knew there was no comparison
the rose proudly held its majestic pose
still the was daisy blooming undaunted
for u see the daisy knew all to well
beauty that is on the outside soon fades
there left for all to see is its reality
while the daisy had its beauty within
and that my friend is truly a gift...
L.M.L.
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A Rose
A rose once magesticly shining
With its beauty for all to see
Drinking in the sunshine daily
Its fragrance filling the air
Little do we know of its soul
Wanting to simply be set free
Its spirit fragile to the touch
For protection it bares thorns
Yet so easily it can be destroyed
Then does the rose begin to fade
Petals falling slowly one by one
Its beauty fading softly away
Til at last the rose is gone
The spirit is no more..
L.M.L. |
Love Without Rights
There is such pain for one that loves with no rights. Hard is the days when you see but can not touch. Your heart breaks a million times as hours pass by. Silently you watch as that love goes unknown to all. Its wrong to speak the truth not wanting to hurt others. Instead you stand alone seeing all the fun others have. Not letting them see the tears as slowly they fall. If one should glance your way you smile hiding the pain. You know inside what you do is right thou its not fair. To love when others share all the rights and you none. What right does one have to love someone taken. You are the outsider in a world set long before time. What made you think you could fit you don't belong. Close your heart to this love you have created. Let the love go for it was never really yours to take. Hold your head high for love thou wrong is precious. Walk away for you know it will never be yours....
L.M.L.
Live and Learn they say
Yet does learning always have to be so painful... |
Where does it all end
Remind me writing is for those that enjoy it. Some how I tend to forget that...
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