You were like a rose,
a rose without roots.
And I was like those hands,
the hands that cared for you.
And everything I've known
has only revolved around you.
And your petals were falling,
and I was catching dead roses.
Because you were the rose without roots,
and soon you'll leave me like you did life too.
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Little Things in Life
Random"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
