A rose sits dying in the window
It is wilted and forgotten
The soft, velvet petals start to slowly fall
They fall gently onto the cold, hard floor
A once beautiful, red rose
That once stood for the undying love they had
Is now wilted and discolored
He gave her his heart
And trusted her with everything he had
But she turned him away for another
She was naive
Took his love for granted
Now she is alone
The boy was so lost in grief
He just couldn't stand to be without her
Wouldn't live without her
Swinging back and forth so steadily
The young girl was the last thing he thought of
And the dying rose was the last thing he saw.
 
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