rotten roses

not now, not never,

I`ll ask a reflection in the mirror,

is this the best I can do?

Is this enough?

and no, no, no, no

I won`t ask you

not now, not never,

is this beauty ever enough?

rotten roses come from the inside they say

but nobody ever closes their eyes

and nobody ever will see

so I will be the only one

who waters them so carefully

because they are mine

and my mind is always dreaming

I think, that`s why they like the rose - gardens better,

they`ll always like them better

because they hold beauty that you can touch

and feel

you simply

never have to see.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Although, mostly sad; the emotions expressed seem genuine.

I did wonder though, who are "they"; in this poem?

There is self-doubt, lots of self-reflection and sadness in this piece. I wondered if the weight of emotion, made it feel awkward; opening up in such a way? Either way, quite brave to have shared such thoughts and emotions as these...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even rotten roses were once beautiful....so is it environment that taints our insides?
Or do we just lose our humanity and wilt.
This metaphor is quite good.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Surely to feel is to touch a memory; to make a memory is to have been touched? Perhaps.

'rotten roses come from the inside they say
but nobody ever closes their eyes
and nobody ever will see
so I will be the only one
who waters them so carefully
because they are mine
and my mind is always dreaming'

Back to the feeling rather than the alternative, perhaps?