Began life as a seed, potentially beautiful.
Began to bud, potentially perfect, untouched, pure.
Became a rose, a red rose...didn't really get the chance to grow.
Pure perfection picked in its prime.
too young, wrong time, didn't get the chance to shine.
Beauty fading, red to grey, they all see it, they just don't say...
passions gone; pain in its place, this grey rose stares death in the face,
falls to pieces, petals dropping, wishing time could be turned back,
greyness fades to black.
Pile of petals on the floor, this beautiful rose can be..no more.
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but u really should be concentrating
Take care, xox
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nice one!
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