Rose

Her skin is as soft as the petals of a flower,

The warm sun makes her smile with glee.

They move out of her way like she’s Moses,

and she’s parting the red sea.

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She moves with grace as she glides down the street,

Her scent is that of a rose in bloom.

All she can do is stare at her feet

as she walks onward to her doom.

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In her hand she carries a bottle;

A bottle full of pills.

In her other hand she holds a note;

A note that tells how “love kills”.

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She comes to the end of the road,

the sun set and the moon rose.

Although her movements slowed,

her heart only grows.

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“I’ve had enough, now I’m done,”

She whispers to herself,

“one can only have so much fun.“

Her voice seemed to fold in on itself.

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She emptied the bottle into her palm,

Each one was like a pill of guilt.

Although it was tragic she was only calm,

and she stood there as she began to wilt.

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With every pill she dared swallow

A memory would follow

Her first love, her first date,

her last try, her last mistake.

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And as the rose began to die,

she could only wonder, why?

Why did it have to be like this?

She’d never get her first kiss.

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For the last time, she opened her eyes

wondering if she was really finished.

The pain starts in and she cries

as the light in her eyes diminished

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And for the last time, she closed her eyes

Knowing it would all be over.

Her luck had run out, she was tired of lies,

She had no four-leaf clover.

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As the light began to leave

She let out a strangled sigh.

“Would anyone grieve?”

Her time has come, the end is nigh.

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She didn’t cry,

she felt like she’d committed a crime.

She said her final goodbye,

and her eyes stayed close this time.