By Kiva Kieser
A rose stands alove
in a garden of thorns.
It has no one.
The rest had all been
gon a long time,
Taken by others
or withering away
under the hot sun.
It cries for those
that have not yet come but are destined to be in a garden of thorns.
By Kiva Kieser
She sits and thinks about her life
No one tells her the truth
because they feel they must
protect her from everything.
She cries for the friends she fears
she has lost and will never get back.
She only wants to be loved
but it seems life wants her
to be alove until she dies.
She smiles and thinks
that shouldn't take too lovg.
She gives anyone out there
a little time to try and convince her
that she is loved and
they don't want her to go.
She picks up the knife and
begs God to let her die quickly.
She lies bleeding for a few moments.
The phone rings, but it's too late.
She's already gone.
By Kiva Kieser
Why'd you leave me here?
I feel alone and neglected.
You left me here alone
with nothing except memories.
Nothing but
the good feelings
I used to have when
I was around you.
Why'd you push me,
When I asked you for help?
I feel abused and neglected.
You left me here hurt
with nothing but myself.
It's almost as if you
handed me the knife
that killed me.
By Kiva Kieser
You promised me
that you wouldn't leave
untill I wanted you no longer.
I still want you here.
Where are you?
I promised you
that I'd love you forever.
I still do.
But it's hard when
you're not here.
You broke your promise.
I won't break mine.