I finally get the rose from your heart,
Standing over your grave feeling apart.
My tears, I hide them with the rain,
So no one can see the pain.
My thoughts are only of your love
It’s God’s turn to judge from above.
Your were here for a short time,
You left your true love behind.
A contest entry
- Photo Inspired by Firequeen.
300 points, ended March 12, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Sad yet so beautifuly writen.
You did a wonderful job with this
Thank you for your wonderful entry.
Fire


