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A Dark Rose
In her hand it was placed like many times before. Sorry it was supposed to mean. In his eyes, the rose was beautiful. It shined with bright red and green. It's scent so crisp and pure. The best gift to make up for mistakes made. The perfect rose. Another tear falls from her face. Not tears of forgiveness but tears of pain. The perfect rose in her eyes was not perfect at all. Reminders of how many times he hurt her was the thorns piercing her soft skin. The blood drops from her hand was how many tears she has cried during all her pain. The dead petals. They fall off and break one by one, just as her heart did many times before. The stem, cut short just like her happiness. What's so perfect about this rose? It has no faith, no love, no trust, and no life. As she looks at it, she see's herself. Hate fills her heart because of what she has let herself become. Look what he has done to me and what I allow him to do are the thoughts in her head. When will this ever end? Just like the dark rose that will no longer embrace the love of this earth is her heart that will no longer embrace the love of another man. The dark rose...
