Another Day
The rose now dies
But still lives in my soul.
The fragrance flies
With petals that it stole
From my flower.
This hour.
All special things
Just pass away
Like true love.
That we handcuffed
For another day.
My heart now dies
But still beats in cold corridors.
Where I pace empty floors.
Called my life.
Where every scar
From her knife
Disfiguires the face of love.
I look above,
God looks away.
And I survive
Another day.
poem by Kevin East
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