This rose is gone and withered away,
Much like the happiness of today.
She loves you more then she will confess,
And much more then you can digest.
Her scars show a broken heart,
it was not ruined from the start.
The blood that drips will burn when touched,
The blood falls often once clutched.
There is acid seeping through her veins,
this is brought about her captive chains.
so pick the petals one by one,
nothing will be left when you are done.
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Okay, this is weird. but oh well, if you read comment.
Written March 20th, 2006
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wow
these poems are m,aking me happy again
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The Best!
i absolutely love it... its so strange, so meaningful. i just cant stop rereading it. wonderful! -
awesome. I loved it keep up the lovely work
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I really like this peice. A few lines felt short but its still good. Umm...i dunno whatelse...good write keep writing and i hope to see some of your pictures!
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very deep you express yourself very well
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so deep. im completley speachless.
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