Monday, August 7, 2006

Older, wiser?

Where did all my certainty go?

I thought as I got older

I would know more,

I would be more sure.

Yet here I am

Your black

Keeps mixing with my white

I feel I am left

In darkness muddled grey.

I couldn’t live in black and white

But grey

Seems to tear me apart.

And I worry

God,

What if you only accept purest white…


 

© Rosalie Miller 2006

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Oh Lord may it be so

I will live like
I am shadowed by love
And dream like
I have an eternity.

 

 

 

© Rosalie Miller 2006

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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Only skin deep

Why have looks become such an obsession?
Why is it
So important to look perfect?
When did we become so shallow?
Beauty is only skin deep.
Is this why
We seem so afraid to go below the surface?
 
© Rosalie Miller 2002
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Obtusely Obvious

Look at me,
What do you feel?
I wish I could read you -
I’ve never been good at that.
You must know by now
What I feel
I’m sure I show it with every word
I can’t hide it.
You’re too beautiful
Too incredible
Too amazing
You could never feel the same
About me.
I wish I could forget you.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2000
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