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A women sat on the corner of her bed
thinking about all the nasty things he had said
she sat alone crying with a rose in her hand
thinking about the days when they walked through the sand
she thought of the house as a god forsaken tomb
as she stood up and paced around the room
she let the rose fall to the floor
as she started to walk out the door
she doesn't care about anything anymore
and she hates the things she used to adore

- Title: The Rose
- Artist: genoa
- Description: Its A lovely poem about a women who has given up and cant take the pain anymore then she already has so she forgets about it and walks away. please be nice never shared my poetry befor
- Date: 03/04/2009
- Tags: rose
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Comments (3 Comments)
- idekbro - 06/28/2010
- That's beautiful! And this is the first time you shared your poems? Damn! No offense but Wat the hell is wrong with you?! Teehee! You need to get out there and share more, Because your really good.
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- Ravv Hashbrovvn - 03/05/2009
- luv it, pretty professional to me.XD
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