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The Suicide of a Rose
The sweet smell of a garden
Sent shivers down my spine
As I lost track of time
I went to a wonderland that was nothing but mine
There's no such thing as time or Space
Nothing of the sort existed in this place
I was in a garden of my own now
Here there was no problems for me nor sound
The Life sprouted from the ground
The bushes flourished
And the flowers bloomed
Everything seemed to be quite nourished
Then like a snap of lighting
I was struck
By something frighting
An internal message Is all I could see
A million beautiful flowers surrounding me
Yet there was one little flower
wilting and dead
It had no chance of ever thriving
For it was planted in a bad flower bed
Its head was drooped
And it spoke to me
It said" All these flowers
,Much better than me,
They're pretty and skinny and tall
Yet I'm this ugly short flower set upon the wall
I can't be them when I'm me,
So to all goodbye."
And just like that the suicide of a Rose
A rose like me?
Then I began to see
As I stared at my wrists
I'm not like the rose
I will never be missed
Sent shivers down my spine
As I lost track of time
I went to a wonderland that was nothing but mine
There's no such thing as time or Space
Nothing of the sort existed in this place
I was in a garden of my own now
Here there was no problems for me nor sound
The Life sprouted from the ground
The bushes flourished
And the flowers bloomed
Everything seemed to be quite nourished
Then like a snap of lighting
I was struck
By something frighting
An internal message Is all I could see
A million beautiful flowers surrounding me
Yet there was one little flower
wilting and dead
It had no chance of ever thriving
For it was planted in a bad flower bed
Its head was drooped
And it spoke to me
It said" All these flowers
,Much better than me,
They're pretty and skinny and tall
Yet I'm this ugly short flower set upon the wall
I can't be them when I'm me,
So to all goodbye."
And just like that the suicide of a Rose
A rose like me?
Then I began to see
As I stared at my wrists
I'm not like the rose
I will never be missed
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