Posted in Poetry

White Rose

A white rose

You gave me

On a summer day

You smiled at me

Said don’t be afraid

We laid on doorsteps

You played with my hair

I stared into your eyes

They never told me lies

Back then it felt right

Days passed

The rose stayed in glass

One day our friend passed

Our rose I laid on her casket

With all my love I sent her off

A white rose

Away it goes

Life wasn’t ever meant

To make sense

I learned that then

Good bye

Dear friend…


The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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