Here, as I lay on the bed of roses
hurting me as would a bed of thorns
thinking about my long-lost love
destiny now wore a bridal gown to be wed to a cow
My future seems so empty,my past so satisfying and full
for the man i went behind was as male as a bull
My fate has been nothing short of misfortune
to break this marriage,oh i need more than a boon
While the thorns are more visible than the roses
thinking about them alone pokes my heart as this poem closes
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This is a sad poem full of so much despair and pining. The marriage breaking is the hardest of all for someone who cherished that communion between two. A bed of roses is so befitting. The beauty and the painful hand in hand to embody you. Very deep and full of such loneliness. Just wonderful, Scenescene
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