Buried under the Rose Bushes
There is a box of past wishes
That I have kept of you
Movie Stubs and an old ball cap
Small tokens and memories like that
That I have kept from you
All that's left of you is buried
In the garden of my mind
Six feet under a Rose Bush
In the garden of my mind
Regret follows me day and night
For all the wasted days and nights
That I spent with you
Fire can solve the dilemma
Flames glow against the retina
That used to see you
All that's let of you is burned
In the ashes of my mind
Where a garden used to be
Are now the ashes of my mind
May 17, 2007
Sarah
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