Rose Poem by Khaos Dven

Rose

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Rose. A flower that symbolizes so much, but you may get pricked if you touch. This rose is different though. Unspoiled by the world this rose smiles and waits for her time. But this rose is mine. This rose i will clutch to my chest, screw the rest. For this rose i would take a bullet for, i rould cry for, lie to the cops straight in the eyes for. This rose is unlike any other, not afraid to be daring, uncaring what other people think. Something that i could neve pull off, and while other people scoff? I'll beat em off! Cause this is the rose i picked from so many, more than ten or twenty. I may not know everything about the rose, but i do know this...My rose is special, one of a kind, the one i talk to when i need to unwind, my rose, the one i had set out to find. And now the rose is mine, but only tyme will tell how long it's going to last, cause after all when you pick up a rose sooner or later it's going to wither. And when it does will i pick another? Will i be the same? Just another name? Will i be to blame? I dont know what i'll do but i do know right now i will enjoy the sweet smell from my rose, and just go to sleep with her by my side, close my eyes and just dream of what could be...My Rose.

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Deidre Martinez 16 August 2009

tyme cannot tell.....

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