Rose (v.) ~tribute to tupacA Poem by i0am0ghostCheck the title bro
Today i heard about the rose that grew from concrete.
The rose it spoke to me, its voice bittersweet. The rose it grew, but it grew incomplete. Its petals were torn, trampled by their feet. Although, the scent remained Untainted by fame. Faint to detect There all the same. If ever suspect, Love cleared its name. The rose, trampled, rose all the same. © 2014 i0am0ghost |
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