Blue Rose, Blue Eyes

The moon shimmers within,

Darkness glooms between,

Guess I’ll loom in the garden,

To hide this heart that is blacken;

I creep and I peek,

Every end of every deed,

To find the glow of the dead,

Dimmed by bunch of rosette,

Red, white, yellow,

A truth that is shallow,

As my heart only holds,

This beautiful blue rose;

I pulled aside the dark vines,

Where most of it thorns twined,

Cutting through my skin,

Bits by bits as it dimmed;

Lost for an eternity,

As my blood flows freely,

Throughout the field of sorrows,

For your lovely blue roses;

I fell between sadness - alone,

Suffering as my heart torn,

Lying there waiting,

For Death begging;

Then you kneeled beside me,

Holding me as if I’m yours,

Tears run down your cheek,

Begging for Death to leave me;

Vines of thorns surround you,

But you didn’t even flinched once,

Clinch on to me like it was true,

Saying words of faith and just;

Without a doubt,

That those blue eyes flickered,

Where flames of impossible rot,

Freeing beliefs of what I’ve heard;

With my last breath,

I’d embrace you for these roses,

Succumbed by your eyes,

Wishing that this was real;

Our lips touch, our hands clutch,

Reminiscing the memories,

Of an unobtainable angel,

Where my heart lies deeply;

Feeling sympathy of pain,

As you took my breath away,

Over the pool of tears and blood,

Where these blue roses stood-

Within your blue eyes.