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Death of the Lovely Rose
I Die like a Rose.
Slowly wrinkling away when the weather grows cold.
Never coming back,i cant be regrown.
U have to replant,or replace me for i am no longer living.
The Love you placed in me nothing but a waste,
Thou i grew Beautifully
you can not escape the fate that is given to a Rose like myself
i Shall die only to be replaced, shall grown only to keep the spot of the old
to warm up the spot for the new.
You may plant other like me
Maybe better,or worse
Some may grown longer
some might not even last a week.
Maybe some wont even Surpass me
Maybe i will be the longest life.
Or Maybe i just hold the spot while u look for a new.
Maybe im just for decoration,Because everyone life needs something beautiful.
Im not saying im the most beautiful Rose
But i am saying i think im worth some attention.
Maybe i am just to be cared for,
but who will know til im nearly dead.....
