Dying rose, by Kimay
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As he looked in her eyes he felt like thorns were piercing
his heart,
A stabbing pain that only meant that he was falling apart.
He wished he knew what was pulling out the roots, could it
be lust?
For he knew that love had to contain the seed of trust.
His love for her was slowly turning grey,
The pain and sorrow nobody knows.
Daily he felt like she was slipping and fading away,
Like a falling petal from a dying rose.
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Posted: 2013-06-27 17:10:08 UTC |
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