"Rose, where are you?"
I tug on your ear lightly.
"Right here."
I run off. And fall toward the ground. I was found.
You grab me close. And then you lose me. I felt forward once again.
No one to catch me. And I felt lost. No Rose. I was such a lose.
Your golden heart. Felt for a golden rose. And I was a fleart.
-Fleart a unloved person, that used to be loved-
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
