Rose buds

Petalled, gently, silent touches caress the skin.
Speak it, relay it, play it, spend the day inside it.
What of it? Blooming stars gaze - speak the unspoken word.
Soul free - free the soul, live it, your way.

Actors mock, there's not much talk - speak it still.
Lay awake for it, petalled down, keeping it free.
Blabbering woman or sensitive soul?
Growth belongs to us, to this day - let it be ours.
There is a depth amongst you, keep it real.
Misunderstood yet still - never to become more than that.

Petalled still, gently spoken, let the trees bloom with roses!
Cherried blossoms, lost amongst them, their pretty smell.
Keep the silence, speak the real thoughts - flowering gardens.
Forget the pretense, no matter how intense - have sense!

Rose buds blossom into flowers, beautfiful, pretty ladies.
Their days are numbered, so are yours...

Lisa.c