White Rose
by Christina Jan 26, 2007
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Like a white rose I have meaning, using all emotions and feelings. I grow with every passing day, but slowly I fade away. Like a white rose I am fragile, always afraid of exile. When darkness creeps my petals begin to weep. Like a white rose I am clean, but something changes unforeseen. Suddenly the white rose is now black something that can't be taken back. |
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17 years ago
by David
Whoa. i wish the rose always stayed white. didn't turn black.
very nicely written. 5/5 David -
17 years ago
This is so great. it could almost be in sad poems. i love it so much. such an original idea. very talented work. well done =)
