There"s a white rose standing all alone within a field of thorns She stands so silent, tearfully and all day long she mourns. She once was red and vibrant but that was taken away the thorns bled her beautiful color gone on the ground now it does lay The thorns took her leaves away from her they knew her every fear they left her hurting all alone and now with every tear... they laugh and scorn and live their lives without a single thought to all the pain the rose is in and all the pain they"ve brought. There"s a white rose standing all alone and no one seems to care, there"s a white rose, dying all alone it was more than she could bear. -Jada Marie Andrews 4-27-00
Reason for writing:
Sort of my attempt at writing in metaphor....I'll leave you all to guess who the rose stands for...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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