A rose bush in the garden
What a pretty sight to see
Through time the roses blossomed
How beautiful they may be
Envied by all those who pass by
Scent sweeter than honey
Proudly standing on the side
My little garden of envy
Through time the seasons changed
From green, to gold, to ice
The petals withered and died
Not a pretty little sight.
And then the bush came undone
The growth of weeds had begun
And I sadly looked by
My garden without life
My pretty roses
Had bloomed and died
And I had to replace
The empty spot on the side.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
