Like a rose Out of bloom Dying and slowly Losing its gentle beauty That once surprised A beautiful and passionate Young Woman It's beauty is missed As it became a part Of a now single heart Now gone and sought With memories That were once bleak Now shallow and weak Of everything that was done When 2 became 1
Reason for writing:
Roses are life's beauty, but have too many memories with them.
Birth sign: Libra
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