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Lonley Rose
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Breaking Up Wilted and torn up,
Crumbly and brown,
Looking at this,
Surly you’ll frown…
Untaken care of,
No love, no respect
The way it was treated,
Is why it’s now wrecked,
The rose sits there lonely,
Thoughts make you cry,
From the wrong person,
Tears come to eye…
yeah, the rose is crumpled. but think about the other flowers that nobody even bothered to look at. good poem though, i liked it.
Brian
good piece
id say at least .