Dead roses

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See my tears shed my light

I see dead roses out tonight

My heart was torn like pages

People learn through all stages

Never will they know my pain

But there’s more than that to gain

I have reason and I have life

To live and thrive without a knife

My voice be heard among all

To lift them up when they fall

I’ve been there, but I’ve changed

I’m known, but not deranged

Don’t call me Miss prissy

Because I’m more than a sissy

I stand for what I got and have

This has shaped me for my future path

No one will know how I really felt

But once I tell their hearts will melt

I look outside and see the bloom

Roses are bright with no more doom

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