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Click hereIf I had a rose
It would sit inside a glass
Steeped in the clearest water
But dying, nevertheless
Everyday
Its petals would fall daily
To drift slowly down onto the ground
Their final resting place
Beside the glass
Where their living counterparts
Still reside
Those fallen petals of the rose
Are nothing
But
Little fragments of beauty
Destroyed and broken
Left to gather dust
Day by day my rose would wither
Losing colour, losing blood
And the air, empty of its sweet scent
Weeps for beauty fled with life
Taking with it
The joy it brings
And leaving only
Memories
Of the joy that it once brought
And if I had a rose
I’d kill it before it dies
Like I wish that I could kill love
Before I can have a chance to cry
or used as a put down. but should try to be positive. tk u mlj lv nv
A broken heart can make for wonderful prose but I hope to hear some joy from you soon.
A life time of dreams ~ abandoned like the petals from a faded rose ~ living only now in memory's garden.
To avoid feeling pain
Avoid feeling love
In fact feel nothing at all
That's the life of the living dead.