We have had a good run of things I suppose
My heart has withered like a rose
My petals crimson red from the blood I have shed have been given to you in their full bloom
I am nothing but thorns in this storm however I know the sun will shine again
And someday I will open able to love again
The rain of my tears will nourish my roots and I'll be able to be give again to another soul in which will appreciate my scent and beauty
Until then I know that this seed will grow again in everlasting light
And because of our time I have learned that I must save the best for last
Everlasting love
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