The Rose I Used To Be
Our love was beautifulLike a deep red rose...But roses wither and dieShrivel up dryJust like our loveSoft, healthy petalsBurnt awayBy pain's raysI think of you and herI cry until I too am dryThere's nothing more I can giveNo more tearsNo more painYou've left me dryWithered, shriveledI was like a roseNow you've dried me upLeft me to dieWhy can't I returnTo the rose I used to be? Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 01:28 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Our love was beautifulLike a deep red rose...But roses wither and dieShrivel up dryJust like our loveSoft, healthy petalsBurnt awayBy pain's raysI think of you and herI cry until I too am dryThere's nothing more I can giveNo more tearsNo more painYou've left me dryWithered, shriveledI was like a roseNow you've dried me upLeft me to dieWhy can't I returnTo the rose I used to be?..."