Little Rose

Just a love poem I made

I once picked up a small delicate rose

That I wanted to give to a girl I thought really glowed 

With a smile that could made my heart beat fast for while.

I walked up to her and handed her the flower

and invited her to sit down for an hour.

But as soon as I gave her my heart

she already set out to depart.

I then decided to take a walk

down the road leading up to the tennis park.

When I saw another rose

with half torn petals blowing while the wind was roaring.

It died the next day, leaving no debris in its way.

The same goes for me for as long as we are apart

there will be no way for me to fix my heart.

Author's Note

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