MY LAST TEAR DROP

ONEDAY I SAT AND CRIED WITH THE ROSE THAT YOU BOUGHT. I PICKED MY 1ST PETAL WHILE SAYING TRUE LOVE OR NOT. THE SUN WAS SO HOT THATDAY I LOVED HOW IT FELT. IT REMINDED ME OF WHEN I WAS LITTLE BY HOW IT FEELS NOW. I LOOKED ALL AROUND ME WHILE WHISPERING INSIDE. TELLING GOD IF THERES LOVE TO LET THIS ROSE BE A SIGN. SO I PICKED THE 2ND PETAL AS I SAID HE LOVES ME NOT. THEN I PULLED THE 3RD ONE I FELT THIS TINY DROP. I KEPT PULLING EACH PETAL WHILE HAVING A FEW LEFT. ANOTHER DROP FELL ON ME AS IT CAME TO AN END. WHILE PICKING THE LAST PETAL WITH IT BEING HE LOVES ME NOT. RAIN CAME POURING DOWN ON ME AS I NOTICED MINE HAD STOPPED. I PICKED UP NALL THE PETALS AND CARRIED THEM BACK. HANDED HIM ONE BY ONE WITH THE STEM BEING THE LAST. AS HE GRABBED THE STEM HE PRICKED HIS FINGER BY A THORN. HE BLED FOR A BIT AS HE SAID WHAT'S THIS FOR. I SAID THIS ROSE IS A SIGN OF MY LAST TEAR FOR YOU. AS I TURNED AND WALKED AWAY I NOTICED THE RAIN STOPPING TO. THE END BY :REBECCA ELIZABETH PINEDA