Blue Roses Aflame

In the field through the rain.
I see blue roses all aflame.

Blue to black, to gray, to ash.
All the colors begin to clash.

One by one they burn away.
No more blue roses, they cannot stay.

One day they shall bloom again.
Then my life can truly begin.

Until then, i shall wait.
Maybe forever, can't evade fate.
korlee korlee
36-40, F
Dec 16, 2012