Rose Wall

Member since 2002 · Posted 12 Jan 2003 · 5 comments

I painted roses on my wall Wearily I watch and wait for them to grow tall Day after day As I sit They stay The same red, red And my countenance pallors Yet they bloom Even through the Winter's gloom Oh how I wish they'd break and drop For I fear they'll never grow nor end and stop

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[8] Bachus 12-Jan-03/1:20 PM Reply

worthwhile.

[8] Topaz Servias 12-Jan-03/6:59 PM Reply

This is like....ummmm....a hopeless endevour?

[1] poetandknowit 12-Jan-03/10:46 PM Reply

Sounds like a poem written in high school at best. But good try.

[8] hipster flare 13-Jan-03/9:57 AM Reply

they won't grow. they're made of paint, you silly goose! (just kidding) a valliant attempt! an 8.

[n/a] Ellie95 3-Mar-03/5:17 PM Reply

cool I like this one!