The Gun went off <br />She fell into the abyss I promised I'd never let her fall into. <br />I failed her <br />Could'nt save her this time <br />No poem could make her smile...This Time <br />This Time I really messed up <br />It's my fault mi amor can't get up <br />She's laying there <br />Lifeless <br />The worst part is Her eyes are Open <br />I used to tell her my future was seen in them eyes <br />Not only did I tell her that, but I truely believed it <br />Believed it so much, that for 8 months after she fell <br />I could'nt bring myself to rise <br />Her favorite poem was by Maya Angelou <br />Phenomenal Woman <br />She was easily considered Phenomenal...never grew into a woman <br />Scanning through Maya angelou's book I found the Poem Still I rise <br />Somehow through those words I heard her and I Rose again <br />She was my Rose that caused blood to drip from my pen <br />Never will I see my Rose Again <br />Tupac said it best though <br />Rose was definitley grown from the concrete <br />and the concrete jungle was the reason Rose isn't with me. <br />Now So many tears are shed <br />When I read valentines she gave me <br />Roses R Red.....Can't read no more <br />So I write <br />Roses are Red <br />So was my Rose the day she stormed off because of what I said...<br /><br />Byron Cornell Ford II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-7/
