I held a rose you gave me not so long ago.
I can't help but compare how it dried and lost the color it once had, to how you gave up and left everything we once were.
With thorns all around we tried to fight the odds breaking us.
You promised to stay 'til we got lost along the way or was it just me who can't find my way?
Just like how you pluck a rose in a bed, you too left without a trace.
Felt like a fool thinking we'll take the same road, I guess it wasn't I who got lost, but you who took a different road.
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PoesíaWritten to create art out of life's bullshit, through ups and downs and everything in between. excuse grammar errors these write ups aren't made for an A+ essay they're made to express, inspire & impress, not to depress.
