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my rose died
Roses are not always red
But the smell of each color tells a story
Sunlight screams for them to grow
Pretty but a darkened sorrow when touched
Leaves fall when you cry
More red roses than any
All still with such beauty
My rose died when you broke my leaves
Cried when I feel apart
Love can mend a rose
But broken love can make a rose turn black
But the smell of each color tells a story
Sunlight screams for them to grow
Pretty but a darkened sorrow when touched
Leaves fall when you cry
More red roses than any
All still with such beauty
My rose died when you broke my leaves
Cried when I feel apart
Love can mend a rose
But broken love can make a rose turn black
Published 27th Apr 2013
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