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A rose in a vase,

my heart in a cage.

I tend to the rose,

but not to my heart.

The rose blossoms,

with such beauty.

A rich crimson color,

like blood.

But my heart,

withers and slowly starts to fade.

Day by day the rose,

becomes more and more beautiful,

but as time passes,

it too, will wither.

The time has come,

and I see the petals,

of my beautiful crimson rose,

cry crimson tears,

of fragrant rose like blood.

I feel the pain in my chest,

and finally see,

what my heart has become,

and what I’ve done to myself.

Caging the pain in,

till it broke my heart.

As it shatters,

the petals fall,

and with the death,

of my beautiful crimson rose,

my heart will follow.



~*~ Jill ~*~