Sep 09, 2004 23:22
*note******* There is no story behind this..just pure imagination.
Broken glass floods the pavement like pebbles shimmering in the sun. Your memory lies there, within a rainbow of shards. Looking down at my sea of regret, I pick up a rose, buried beneath remnants of a past, no longer tearing me apart. It's pedals once soft like the silk worn by the many brides of the reaper now sigh, reaching for the Earth from which they were born. The blood red glow it had once posessed has faded, like the aura of mother Earth herself over time. Pulling out my lighter, I reapeated those words one last time, a whisper almost as inaudible as the crying of angels in the wind. As I toss the burning symbol of our love onto the had concrete, I see the sullen expression on your face. Turning away, I walk towars the sun set. This is my last goodbye