Red Rose

Crying came before my laughter.

Laughter in vain of agonizing cries,

of acrylic painted false sunny skies.

Sadness came before happiness.

Happy songs when the world was sad,

and sad songs in a weird, euphoric world.

As the sunflowers I weaved into your hair are as vibrant as ever,

in my hair, you weave beautiful roses of white and black,

But one of the white roses has red.

I only want to cherish it,

as I have cherished you,

but I have cut myself upon it.

©LJ

1 June 2013