All My Fault is Just a Pale Rose - March 25, 2011

All My Fault is Just a Pale Rose

All I can see is the truth when the tide rises as if wanting to be caught

If there is anything that treads the path of regard

One spun word that is kept makes little motion in the air

It is all my fault is just a pale rose that cries

To length's of disregard

So little speaks within reason to longing when standing on the shore

All I know is that some things never seem possible

Until the daylight explores the pages of my tender skin

Bringing ancient feelings to rise in echoes

So quick my heart to pull

I slowly move to turn around because I know I am promised more

Than what has been done now by other hands

To see all the pleasure in this life that I know still remains

Even when my mirror reflects a stranger

Held in a foreign land

We may never know seasons holding precious words of truth

Some days all we are able to see is a frown

Yet one spun word that is kept will make a motion

Until we realize it is all my fault

Keeps us down

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011