Red Roses
This poem is dedicated to domestically abused victims.
"Excuse me Ms. Taylor, these roses are for you",
Her secretary said while she was laying them on her desk.
"Please Nancy put them on that table in the corner there,
I will get back to them later."
In fact she never took the time,
To open the cards and see what is inside.
As days went by piles of roses were laying all around her office.
She could not recall, how many times she cried,
Nor how many bruises she earned,
While she was laying helpless on the ground.
Those days are gone,
She has turned the page,
She will not look back again.
She was a young girl in time,
With dreams of fairytale life.
She took a chance and handed her life to a man,
He took that chance and shattered all of her dreams
With a smile on his face,
Holding a fist in one hand and a rose on the opposite.
Her secretary said while she was laying them on her desk.
"Please Nancy put them on that table in the corner there,
I will get back to them later."
In fact she never took the time,
To open the cards and see what is inside.
As days went by piles of roses were laying all around her office.
She could not recall, how many times she cried,
Nor how many bruises she earned,
While she was laying helpless on the ground.
Those days are gone,
She has turned the page,
She will not look back again.
She was a young girl in time,
With dreams of fairytale life.
She took a chance and handed her life to a man,
He took that chance and shattered all of her dreams
With a smile on his face,
Holding a fist in one hand and a rose on the opposite.
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