Our love once was a fully-bloomed rose, but now it's dried
We had to part ways (for now); at least I know I tried
I'm angry, hurt, sad and many other emotions I am feeling
Trying to figure out why I'm on the floor when what we had was the ceiling!
I've never fought so hard for something only to find myself let down
If love was an ocean's current I definitely would've drowned
Time & time again when the going got tough you bailed
When if you would've just let it, we certainly would've sailed
You gave up on us girl, you surrendered, you threw up the white flag
When God wanted us to soar, our dreams to take flight & for our lives to have no jet-lag
Yes, our love is a freshly-dried rose, but that doesn't mean that it is dead
I wanted our forever to start now, but maybe it happens later instead
All I know is a dried-rose is beautiful & timeless like a beach has grains of sand
Each grain a reason why I love you so much and why I was blessed to be your man!
I choose to look at this broken road and what's in store as only our Father truly knows
I pray we have another chance, in the future, for our love to last forever, but for now it's a dried-rose.
John Mark Brooks
Copyright August 21, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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