Poets Heart
By Canon
There once was a rose, in its early years was happy and bright. Everything seemed to be going for the rose, everything was right. years went on and the rose started to wilt and die. have you ever wondered what a rose looks like, when a rose starts to cry? The bright red petals wilted, and all but one fell. The poor rose was dying, but no one it seemed could tell. the rose lost its brightness, flower had been faded. the rose went through its life worthless and degraded. Sitting alone in the ruthless baron garden. The softness the rose once had, began to harden. The world cared little for this dying rose. This hatefull world wasnt what it chose. It was the cruel garden of life that ripped the rose apart. Once upon a time, this rose i speak of, was known as a poets heart. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 04:57 AM PST, Joshua 0 • 1
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"There once was a rose, in its early years was happy and bright...."