by BjAlways Jan 20, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
When I fall in love, I want it to be perfect! I want to see that special someone and have them take me in their arms and say that they love me. And as we both look into each others eyes I want him to just let me gaze....let me gaze into his and say I love you in return. But to mean it, mean it in a way that you can't take it back. That you mean it from the heart and nothing more, nothing less. I want to wake up next to him, know everything there is to know about him, tell him all the secrets that I have yet to unfold before him, trust him with all that I have to give forth. Let him know that deep down inside, he is that special someone I was searching for. That I have nothing to search for any longer, that he will always be by my side when I need him the most, or when I just need him. Just to hold him close to me and let him know that the love I give in return is so very true! As true and a bead of dew on a bright red rose in the mornings sun!! But, everyone knows that even the most perfect rose in all its glory, fades, withers, and eventually dies. Just like love. Love dies just as fast as it is born. Just like the bead of dew on that single petal. Just as the rose starts to fade, that bead will drop leaving that single rose to wither and die. And as it falls to the ground it will see all the world around in hopes that someone will come and save what was left behind. But no one sees. It is left morbid in all its glory has been forgotten. This once perfect rose now sits upon this cold hollow ground where it was laid down by the one who had cared for it. The bead that the once perfect petal carried was now on the ground where it has been stepped upon. No one sees. No one cares. They have no sense at all that this once perfect rose was laid here under the sparkling sun where it showed all its glory to all the world. And now, it is cold, empty, dry, and dead…dry like me. I am that rose. For I have forgotten that I was once loved and the beads of dew that fell from my eyes were once full of glory and joy. But all that was taken away. Taken away by that single day, the day that I could no longer |