Tuesday, April 2, 2013

My dear wilted rose

It is not the end
Life gives a second chance
Take it and bloom
My dear wilted rose

That is forever behind you
Forget about the pain
It was good riddance
My dear jilted rose.

But remember what you hated
Or it you might become
As rotten, as twisted
As dry, thorny and tilted rose

I see the marks and prunes
But I won’t throw you out
Or confine you to a book
My dear mud silted rose

Instead I’ll be your sunshine,
Your water and your roots.
Till grow back. Don’t worry,
My dear wilted rose

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