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The withering rose The rose longs for freedom It wants to be free, free of its own imprisonment But no matter how it tries to stuggle out It is still stuck in its own prison In the end,it knows it will suffocate. It really hates itself sometimes For being too dependent on its gardener But it knows the day will pass The night will come Sunshine will not always be there. It becomes more demanding Taking in water, it wants more It wants more of the gardener's Time,love and care Because it loves him too much. It knows it's it's own fault For being such a fragile and delicate rose Once again,it hates itself for being different from the other flowers. It tries to be independant when storm hits it It grows thorns to protect itself from being hurt But in the end,it's own thorns prick it It hurts, but it could only laugh sadistically at itself. Sometimes, it has its bee and butterfly friends to visit it. But they can't stay forever with it. It hates it when the gardener says one thing, but does another It is sick of living in false hopes All it asks is to sneak a glance at its gardener That's all it asks for. It is glad it has its cruel side It is not so weak afterall However,it does not want to turn from a passionate red rose to a black heartless rose Because it knows the gardener still loves it. Seems like it doesn't matter when it expresses how it feels. The same thing will repeat. It gives up trying to show it's agony. It cries. It felt so helpless. Nothing else understands it. So it just blames itself for the way it loves the gardener. ��Copyright@Suzu |
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