by Carmen Colin

Created on: January 03, 2009

I hold this tender rose by my cheek

It grows fragile by the week

A tear drop fallls, and I close my eyes

For your insecurities, I pay the price

You hurt me so bad, I am deeply bruised

There is no moe love, I am merely used

I have fought this pain for so long

I wonder about the past; where did I go wrong?

You see the markscrying out to stop

But you hurt me some more, more tears drop

I collapse to the ground, in a deep heartache

I fall asleep there and pray not to wake

My eyes open as does my heart

At this point, I tear the rose apart

Like us, it has no story, the love is all gone

The war has been hard; so long!

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