Why did she do it? No one really knows. She came to me like an angel and offered a white rose. She comes to me so often,she almost seems real,but when I awake,it is only saddness I feel. For she isn't really there,it is just a dream,and yet I feel her presence and she goes unseen. I visit her often and always bring a white rose,and the seeds of love and friendship eternally grows.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about a friend of mine,who committed suicide.I
always have dreams about her and in the first one I ever had
she gave me a white rose and said she was ok. So now when I
visit her grave I always bring a white rose!
Birth sign: Not entered
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