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Frozen Roses
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Improv 2001 You say you can no longer love me,
the warmth of our love is gone,
and now I'm left here,
with a cold and broken heart.
The roses strewn out on the table,
are a symbol of my love.
They are withered and worn,
tattered and torn,
as is my heart.
Once full of life and love,
is now frozen and empty.
A dozen frozen roses,
is all you left me.
~*~ Jill ~*~
This poem, posted before I
This poem, posted before I was a member here, is very poignant . . . especially the last two lines.
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