Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much


Rose in Blue

There are no promises unbroken

And there are no guaranties,

Still, I need something to hold on to

Because I’m falling

Back under your spell.

I’m so afraid and you know

Love and fear

Blend like fire and water.

Every time I feel

That old familiar burn,

Ice cold rain puts out the flames.

by Jeanne Marie


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