The Rose Is Gone Poem by yarnell wilson
The Rose Is Gone
Mama always told me I was rose
I felt so innocent and pure, and alive
My petals were bright and red.
They seemed soft and precious as new born baby.
As I began to age, I noticed my petals began to fold and fall off.
He took my rose and thought only about his needs and wants.
Life after seemed not so red, soft, and precious.
Now that innocent rose has no petals.
The rose is Gone.
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