Death

by Heather Prior   Oct 12, 2005


Death-
A single black rose,
That sometimes looses petals,
When two lives-
Come together.

Death-
A single black rose,
That will never die.

Death-
A single black rose,
Grown from-
A single barren land.

Death-
A single black rose,
That will always survive.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Shadow Walker

    Not as good as the others, refrain from using something over and over, instead insert something that resembles, other then that, awsome

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