Rose

Her friendship was like a rose

at first a bud so young and innocent



As a rose in days the years went by

you changed



Now open and independent so very outspoken

you became tarnished by the outside world



You didn't need me anymore you thought you could stand alone

but like a rose with out water you began to die



You needed me

but I was gone to a new carnation

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