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i love you
till the last rose dies..
liar.
they all wilted away
and every day
so did you
everything,
memories,
smiles, kisses and hugs
painful to remember.
the last rose was a fake
so was your love
they were all fake
all those pretty little words
a mere conception
what did you want?
i dont know
but i do know
that my hearts condition
is now just as fragaile
as a rose
bleeding,
withering away
and now like that last rose
that fake rose
i am nothing
all im left with
is the memory
of a rose that woudnt fade
even though you did
my heart
is now an image
that i taped over the hole
where it used to be
like a rose
love withers away
and now your gone
and all i think about
is you