My Dear Rose
My dear beautiful Rose
the sky becomes darker on this cold night .
The world becomes grey but you shine ever so bright .
Beauty in its purest form, as the shadows crept into my life I became my darkness ... A demon was born,
Tho to you there was no evil in sight ;
You gave up a few of your petals to help me through the storm . In the end on that dark cold night,
You let me pick you from the dirt,
killing you softly just so I could see the light .
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