BrokenA by Michelle RayeA sad... whatever.... piece of writingShe touched the gentle petals softly... Her fingers had been pricked by these thorns before... Blood poured from the tips of her injured hands... She stared at the window... Her heart was longing for a rose that wouldn't hurt her... Longing for a rose without thorns... A contract without the fine print... A hand that isn't rough... She saw her rose behind her watering eyes... She saw her rose prickling the fingers of another girl... Touching the girl as he once touched her... Her tears fed the rose... She had plenty to give... After what her last rose did... This one could never hurt her as bad... She fought back the urge to relive the moment... The moment she walked in... On her once beautiful rose... © 2009 Michelle RayeAuthor's Note
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Added on December 2, 2009AuthorMichelle RayeRiverview, MIAboutSalut! Je m'appelle Michelle! Je suis 17 ans. (Hello! My name is Michelle! I have 17 years!) Part-time daughter of a single parent, Part-time girlfriend to loving guy, and a full-time pain towards.. more..Writing
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