Dear rose of the morning
Who used to be a meaningless reverie
An unimportant camaraderie
One whom I said was make believe
Dear rose of the morning
Your presence suddenly made me blithe
My lackadaisical self towards you changed
I wanted to be the air you breathe
Dear rose of the morning
What do you really mean to me?
A simple twig or stick
Or something beautiful I cannot see?
Dear rose of the morning
Your ethereal light shines even the darkest of nights
Surpassing the light of the stars above
You are the sweet enigma I`ve been waiting
Dear rose of the morning
How I longed to say those three words
To make things fall in place
But it`s quite ironic that you don`t even search for my face
Dear rose of the morning
Where are you tonight?
Not with me, I sadly say
Not with me to say goodnight
Dear rose of the morning
I wish you never caught my eye
But I`m still the silent wind that makes you sway
For now, my dear rose, I must say goodbye. .
*for HALLWAY guy, my sweet "friend".
*He brightens up my morning. .every time I see him in the hallway .
But we never say "Hello", even though we terminally know each other cuz we participated together in some school activity....
Oh well .
This is for you, my dear.
Labels: drawing, hallway guy, rose
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