As the rose begins to wilt
Your heart is filled with guilt
Happy days have past you by
Your eyes turn red and begin to cry
This beauty is gone because of you
Once apart held by glue
That sweet scent that filled your nose
The beauty of the rose
Picked to handle
Its flame burned out like a candle
As its petals were twirled
Losing its life to the world
The water was crisp, the water was cold
But its life just won't hold
Todays the last
For the rose has passed
~cayleenc~
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