Purple Rose

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i sit here on this bridge. the wind going the my hair. the water flowing 100 feet below. as the sun set. a nother flower pedal is plucked. in to the wind it goes falling 100 feet . she still loves me. i look up a tear in my eye taking a slow soft breath. a nother pedal is plucked. she dont love me. i can hear the cars as they pass behind me. family friends and love ones carrying on their day. a nother pedal is plucked. she still loves me. the beautiful purple rose i found. reminds me of her. a nother pedal is plucked. she dont love me. i play the years before in my mind. all are good and bad time. the crys we sheard the hapines we held. a nother pedal is plucked. she still loves me. i wounder where you are and what you are doing . a nother pedal is plucked. she dont love me. are you looking at the sun set like me or are you busy doing something.  another pedal is plucked. she loves me. this once lovely rose is getting smaller. a nother pedal is plucked. she dont love me . the sun is almost down and the stars are out. a nother pedal is plucked. she loves me. my phone start to ring it probly my famly looking for me. another pedal is plucked. she dont love me. time stands still as the cold of the night settles in. a nother pedal is plucked . she loves me. i breath in the cold night air looking up at the sky. how beautiful the night was. i pick the last pedal. time stops there no more sounds theres no more cars passing only a splash. She loves me not!!

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