No one cries, or weeps good-byes, For the rose that withers and dies. Its leaves turned black, its petals gray, Any beauty taken away Who is the culprit for these petals curled? For the stem so twisted, broken and furled? 'Tis the shadows of dark, causing pain and fear, Bringing night whenever near. For the trembling rose enclosed by walls, Another petal parts and falls. And because no one cries or weeps good-byes, A poor black rose withers and dies.
Reason for writing:
Just how I felt . PLEASE COMMENT!!!!
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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