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Sick Roses
Here's this beautiful bouquet of roses
My love for you my heart discloses
Full of vibrant color imagination
The center of any conversation
Red and burgundy color explosion
Symbolic of my love passion and devotion
The white roses some with pink tips
The taste of loyalty and unity on your lips
With purple roses also mixed in
Our love at first sight begins
And these unique roses of the rarest blue
You gave me this true love I never knew
This work of art is my expression
For my love of you without question
But over time the bouquet began to fade away
Colors bled out leaving shades of gray
I forgot to nourish and provide life
I never proposed for you to be my wife
I didn't commit effort or put in time
To ensure you would always be mine
Now lifeless with the petals wilting
I still ignored instead of rebuilding
So the petals have all fallen to the ground
The emptiness I have with you no longer around
My devoid emotions helped push you away
Into your heart you found a new bouquet
The regret I feel as my soul decomposes
All I have left is this bouquet of sick roses
My love for you my heart discloses
Full of vibrant color imagination
The center of any conversation
Red and burgundy color explosion
Symbolic of my love passion and devotion
The white roses some with pink tips
The taste of loyalty and unity on your lips
With purple roses also mixed in
Our love at first sight begins
And these unique roses of the rarest blue
You gave me this true love I never knew
This work of art is my expression
For my love of you without question
But over time the bouquet began to fade away
Colors bled out leaving shades of gray
I forgot to nourish and provide life
I never proposed for you to be my wife
I didn't commit effort or put in time
To ensure you would always be mine
Now lifeless with the petals wilting
I still ignored instead of rebuilding
So the petals have all fallen to the ground
The emptiness I have with you no longer around
My devoid emotions helped push you away
Into your heart you found a new bouquet
The regret I feel as my soul decomposes
All I have left is this bouquet of sick roses
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