Friday, 10 August 2012

Fate

They say, life has many paths.
The sad, the broken,
The dreamy, the loved.

They say, you must be happy.
Even if you sacrifice,
Even if you break hearts.

They say, you can lose everything.
Even if you think you have it all.
Even if you think you're happy.

You do things because you want to be happy,
But you end up hurting people.
But you end up breaking people.

You do things for people who you love,
But you might just be lost in the past.
But you might just be lost in what you've done.


They say, life has many paths.
The sad, the broken,
The dreamy, the loved.


They say a rose represents love.
But what if it means something else?
But what if it represents fate?

Petals dropped, become wounds.
The red, seeping blood.
The red, dripping love.

They say, fate doesn't exist.
But you know it does.
But you know it lives.

But you know, your fate might be up to one small little girl,
Holding your fate in her hands.
Holding, along with a red rose.

2 comments:

  1. BB I love this poem.
    WOW
    *can actually picture the little girl holding the rose*

    Umm... Can print this off and stick it on my wall??

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  2. WOW! AMAZING! Love the imagry here! Beautifully written and got my heart pounding. Love it! *hugs*

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