As the rose died from tearing the roots out of the ground like tearing the heart out of a baby lamb,I smell the last fragents of the dying rose, dreaming of a passion lust I have for you. As the thorn of the rose set deep pain into my hand that I held so tight bringing me back to reality knowing the pain in my heart is sharper that I felt in my hand Throwing the dead rose to the ground as I cried in anger because i will never have you.
Reason for writing:
A beautiful woman so close yet so far away
Birth sign: Not entered
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