Sitting in a room full of dying roses.
Surrounded by darkness
realizing that all is not what I
once thought it to be.
Wondering if I'll ever see the day
when someone like me comes my way.
If I'll ever find a friend whose truths I can depend on.

Tears fill my eyes as petals fall.
I fear I'll never feel the touch of a
loving hand.
Never find someone who will see the
world as I see it.

Wilting every day
the way my hope in the world
fades.
 
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