I stared at the Rose,
Petals blackened and withered,
All life had left it,
Time and disregard made it so,
It is too late to save it,
How did it come to this?
What happened to me?
I sit in self pity and despair,
Hoping for an exit,
The pain feels real.
But time heals all wounds,
I need patience,
But I want haste.
Confusion writhes within.
What happened to her?
Those words were easy to say,
But they were not gentle,
Ignorance covered your face like a veil,
You never saw the pain you caused.
What happened?
Was I the culprit, was I the blame?
What happened to us?
The Rose is dead.
It cannot be brought back,
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic.
The Rose is dead.
Confusion writhes within.
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