She watched as the last of the petals on the rose fell,
This was no tale as old as time,
This was not Beauty and the Beast,
Just a simple red rose taking its last breath.
As the wrinkled and maroon petal fell on to the table top,
The last of her tears fell.
No love on this earth could heal this pain,
This torn up heart.
She will just have to deal with it,
Through thick and thin.
She let go of the thorny stem,
Walking away from the last gift,
Given by her so called "soulmate".
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PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
