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Monday, July 10, 2006


it's a new poem I made
The heart is like a rose
With out the water it needs it becomes nothing
The Sweet petals will dry up and fall
The ridged leafs will whither away into nothing but dust
The only thing left is an ugly stem with thorns that hurt people so
But before any of that the rose must open

Once I met you my heart started to open up
But then you told me what you really thought
It didn’t open all the way and yet it has dried out
I bleed from the cuts of the thorns as I think of you

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