A tiny golden rose
hanging from a delicate chain
Was the last thing that she gave to me
before I went away.
I wear this rose around my neck,
it's my little piece of her.
I never leave the house without it,
in fear it'll disappear.
The rose reminds me of her smile,
her soft intoxicating smell.
The rose, it makes me think of her
and makes my heart weep as well.
for Chloe
I'm sorry
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Poems n Stuff
Poetrythis is just an ongoing collection of some of the poems I've made everything in this book is original and belongs to me, please don't copy my work
