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…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this has nothing to do with me

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Brian's picture

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

poetvg's picture

good piece
id say at least .