Her Memories were like a sweet rose,
Fresh,sweet and vibrant,
But Now those memories have withered,
A lifeless stem that has nothing more to offer,
The thorns of regret is all that remains,
Constantly rubbing and bleeding my tender heart.
Will I ever see her again? Even if our paths meet,
Will I ever have the courage to admit my love for her?
She may have walked out of my life,
But she will never walk out of my memories,
Though her thought , a withered rose,
with thorns that bleed my soul,
I will still hold her close to my heart...















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