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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Rose

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The thorns were sharp
So pointed and fierce
And the rose, dewy, tender

Blush hush beautiful.

The dew gently tipped off her lashes
Storm in her eyes, angst in her heart

Why? Speak! Please.
You’ll feel better for sharing.

I can’t. I really can’t.

Now you make no sense
Of course you can. Just say it!

A crackle of lightning
The thunder of her response.

I can’t! Why can you not understand!
I don’t know. I don’t know.
It’s one of those things…

Okay. Okay!
He did not ask. He did not move.
Picked up a magazine
Instead of her.

He gave her space.
He let her be.
Prickly. Beautiful. Untouchable.

When all she wanted, needed

Was just to be held and told
Okay! Hush! Its’ Okay!

Sometimes, she wished
He’d move right into her space.

10 February, 2016

february ramblings

Day#10 of #RamblingsInFebruary

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

4 thoughts on “Rose

  1. *deep sigh* is what i’ll repeat
    ‘Cos he left her un-replete
    The petals needed touch
    It’s fragrance said so much
    The invaded space would’ve been sweet!

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