I ask to many questions But, why aren`t so many questions answered? I have a rose it blooms only on happy days it dies when I die inside... each day I see a petal fall to the ground Can I help my rose bloom? Others say it is up to me to keep it standing. And we are all broken into bits and pieces, my only passion is my poetry. It keeps me alive, my words are only on paper. Words on paper keep me here. That is the only way my rose will stand. And that is how my questions are answered. Thank you. Good-bye, for this poet is happy.Birth sign: Virgo
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