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Dying Rose
written by psycho_bunny03:30 AM 8/19/04Once I thought I was undying,
immortal with your love,
but then I screwed it up,
and hell became my home.
Once I was a rose,
beautiful and happy,
but then I herd your words,
and death became my beauty.
Once a smile spread acrossed my face,
and you loved me without hesitation,
now those days are over...
and I'm nothing but a dying rose. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I wrote this poem while thinking about my...uh... loss... of a... love... and also to go along with this cool picture I put on my wall of this chick with a rose...
I dunno... it seemed like a good idea at the time.
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