The Immature Rose
A rose that existed before its right time
A rose that could've bloomed
Love that didn't blossom
Love that was against time
A rose that could've bloomed
Love that didn't blossom
Love that was against time
If only this rose was picked when the time was right
...If only this rose wasn't picked prematurely...
...If only this rose wasn't picked prematurely...
In one's youth we can be so naive
In this time there are things we cant achieve
But as time flows we gain the strength to change fate
I wish I didn't meet you early in my life
So when the time comes when I would see you
I would've been more capable in winning over your heart
So when the time comes when I would see you
I would've been more capable in winning over your heart
It seems that I can only draw well when I think of her. Most of the time...I am not able to draw. An immature rose...right love at the wrong time. If only we didn't cross paths this early....if only we met some years later, at least I could've had a chance. Right now I am inexperienced, I know
nothing.
A person like her....no one could ever match her.
No one can ever match a Goddess
No one can ever match a Goddess
Currently listening to: All Out of Love - Air Supply
Currently feeling: restless
Posted by jess008 at 11:21 PM in POEMS, To the Goddess | 2 Summoned me
beautifulmacabre
dirty_palette
a budding rose, huh.. still on its delicate blooming stage. you are well aware that u picked it up too early, it takes a real man to acknowledge his mistake and defeat.
one day, everything will be fine :)