You failed.
You failed to take care of the rose.
You stopped to shower it with love.
Why did you?
It wasn't beautiful enough,
It lost it's color to dull and bruised.
But it wasn't it's intention for it to lose the beautiful it had.
You stopped trying, for the rose to gain its color back.
However, you still kept the rose.
Dull and bruised.
You seemed to love the way it looks.
Why don't you take it back to the grave, let it find it's true beauty again.
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Poetry#poetry_1 The peel of a blueberry is tasteless but what matters is sweetness of the inside.
