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Roses
The garden of this love
it was full of grass
beautiful, full of us
The rains just made us greener
the sun brought us closer
our flowers reached the sky
Then the weeds came, one by one
they were small, evil little seeds
I was too busy planting my roses
They grew bigger and our garden decayed
we were never even green
I could have planted roses,
but you were already growing weeds
it was full of grass
beautiful, full of us
The rains just made us greener
the sun brought us closer
our flowers reached the sky
Then the weeds came, one by one
they were small, evil little seeds
I was too busy planting my roses
They grew bigger and our garden decayed
we were never even green
I could have planted roses,
but you were already growing weeds
Published 2nd Oct 2014
| Edited 10th Nov 2014
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