TheMangledRose

She died.

A mangled rose 

Lays under my drive

Once alive

Now all bruised and broken

I curse the storms

Unrequited love

That killed her

Her secret unspoken

(*THIS is a poem I wrote in answer to some poems near and dear to her I found stored in her online diary. The poem I found said The trials would make her stronger but they did not make her strong at all. They killed her.)