A friendship torn apart

by Priscilla Robles   Apr 25, 2014


We were Close
Away it Blows
Apart we Grow
The loneliness Flows
Seen we Froze
Coldness feels like Snow
I drop the Rose
Your grave it Glows
Last thing that Rose
The grave under your Rose.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Shruti

    That's really sad.
    Good piece.

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