Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Something New

I want you to give me white roses
that kind that are pure as snow -
just beginning to bloom with hopes
and unbroken promises galore.

When they are young I'll smell them
every morning and water them at noon -
I want to press the petals between
pulp and ink just before the brown
starts to appear. White roses please.

Next time you're looking for a way
to bring a little more cheer to the day -
trying to replicate the sun and make
me feel at home, remember that
white roses will do the trick.

Look for the ones (or one) that
screams: "I love you" and still
embodies a new born ghost -
find the ones that make you think

"The whole world
is at our fingertips."

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