The Woman in Midnight Roses
Sad and her secrets still hide
The Woman in Midnight Roses
her face stays still,
white as moonlight,
with shadows resting,
beneath calm eyes.
blue roses rise,
around her silence,
their petals glowing,
like secrets kept.
black tears slip,
from quiet sorrow,
marking her cheeks,
in slow lines.
she doesn’t move,
yet the room bends,
changing its breath,
to match her calm.
the roses lean in,
as if they hear,
the thoughts she hides,
behind soft lips.
each leaf darkens,
against her skin,
tracing emotions,
she will not voice.
I watch her closely,
feeling her stillness,
pull at my own,
in quiet waves.
and in her eyes,
I see a moment,
caught between worlds,
that never meet.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
This is a poem that to me seems to be one of friendship and just being friends somehow, but not really sure.