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Dear Dead Red Rose

Dear dead rose
Dried petals on the floor
Of broken dreams that we planned
And moments that we shared
In all the time we spent
Five years of fighting to hold on
Have left me laying on the floor
Naked and dead cold
Surrounded by a red rose
That i kept torturing all night
Petal after petal
Love me…love me not
My heart could not stop,
Hurting…aching so bad
For a moment, i couldn’t breath
My eyes were burning in tears
My mind was drowning in confusion
How did we get this far?
How did i let the rose die?
Because of the hate we endure
And the love we lost
Have been shadowed by lust
Watching him leave after sex
I picked up the dead rose
And wiped my tears with the dried petals…

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