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Broken Rose
I bought you a rose one day. Put it in a cracked vase. Broke the rose just for I could say. This is how I feel. Broken in a case. For the beauty I once held was great like my love for you. Until you cut my thorns off afraid of getting hurt. Not understanding you hurt me and the pain only grew. Yet your actions never came to revert. So I broke myself just to show you how I feel. Now I break the vase and kneel. My knees upon the broken glass. Hands bloody holding the still broken rose I had bought for you that one day. Will you take it and fix it or will the pettles fear to fray?
