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until i i'm going through the faff-up file in the relationships section and she comes up outing an end to my drifting...
she was the Blackrose and i was meant to be the gardner but somewhere along the line i must have missed my way to the garden cos i'm here and she's not in my garden.
Blackrose was a blessing and i fucked it up.
she needed no tending.
principled and graceful would ideally describe this paragon
Why?
i ask myself
Why?
I wonder
Why?
Falsehood, lies and deceit. three barbs thrown i'm trying hard to extricate.
i wasn't ready so i bolted.
the way i bolted was unbecoming.
She remains a Blackrose
But she's not in my garden.
and watching her blossom from afar is my cross.
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Errrr....those are not really your contact details up there now are they?
ReplyDeleteLovely,
ReplyDeleteblackrose was a blessing...
She remains a Blackrose
But she's not in my garden.
and watching her blossom from afar is my cross.
People come and go leaving marks and Blackrose was not an exception. Here's to hoping you know what to do the next time around.
very nice. I can only hope another blackrose comes along- and this time around u'll be ready.
ReplyDeleteBlackrose sure left a remembering...& it may just be one o0f those things you may have to live to regret, until you decied to forget...easy man...i've missed blogsville
ReplyDeletehey where are thou? happy new year. hope you are good. Just checking on you.
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