Red rose petals scattered across the ground,
As red as her lips that will never again make a sound.
Deathly pale skin,
Showing the agony she lived in.
Blood dripping from her wrists,
She never knew that happiness exists.
She had held one last memory in her heart,
But you took that from her, and tore it apart.
She died crying,
Because you wouldn't stop lieing.
You gave her a rose that she holds to her chest.
She will take it with her as she enters her final rest.
She died thinking of you.
You never cared that she loved you, you pretended you never knew.



~Sorry if some of the parts don't make sense... I developed
writter's block in the middle of writing this poem. I also forget to
spell sometimes...let me know if you see any spelling mistakes so that I may
fix them.
 
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