Nicole Callaway


Poem by Nicole Callaway

Wilting like a rose
that you left alone to die
you forgot all about me
pushed me to the side

Now you want me back
but it's to late
I'm wilted like a rose
to a point where I'm past being saved

You let something so precious
end so fast, like the last petal of a
rose crumbling to it's death

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2007