Rose petals fall
Like a lost love
A delicate petal
For each brutal argument
One falls, the flower weakens
Another and another
Drifting down slowly downward
Into the abyss of separation
The rose dies
Withering to brown
But, it may grow anew
The next time love rains down
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Poems
PoezjaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
