White Rose ~ Brittany's Alternative Ending

**the poem "White Rose" is much more upbeat...brittany thought that instead, the ending should be alittle more downtrodden. So...here you are. if you would rather see it in it's original version, just look up White Rose.**

She woke up with a headache on a morning in July
Her hair was being stubborn and her clothes just wouldn't dry
She grabbed herself a water and went dashing out the door
She jumped into her car and pushed the pedal to the floor

She was running late again, what a big surprise
Her shoes were different colors and the sun was in her eyes
She pulled into the parking lot, and quickly walked inside
She was a little late it seemed no matter how she tried

She fixed herself some coffee and then sat down in her chair
An envelope marked "urgent", addressed to her was there
She read it to herself with temporary peace of mind
"We're sorry to inform you that your raise has been declined"

She dropped the letter on her desk and passed it from concern
She smiled to herself to try to take away the burn
The day went by quite slowly and her will was wearing thin
Only one more hour until her day could finally end

At last she could go home, she broke free from her chains
She got into her car, and tried to lose her pains
She finally reached her house, and stepped up to the door
As she turned the handle she saw something on the floor

There she saw an envelope, her hands began to shake
For inside could be something worse that her heart couldn't take
She slowly looked inside and read it to herself
"Walk inside and to your left and look what's on the shelf"

She walked inside, turned left, and then she saw another note
She opened it excitedly, not sure what else they wrote
"Walk over to the stairs, I have something for you"
She set the note back down and then did what it said to do

She walked up to the stairs, and there beside her feet
Laid a wonderful white rose, it's aroma soft and sweet
There was a note attached, her heart began to lift
"Follow the white petals to receive a special gift"

She looked down at the stairs; a smile grew on her face
On every step a petal laid, she followed them with grace
The trail continued on until she reached her bedroom door
And there was an envelope, lying on the floor

She picked it up and opened it, and read it silently
"Close your eyes and turn the knob and there your gift will be"
She closed her eyes unknowingly and slowly turned the knob
She pushed the door wide opened as her heart began to throb

She was met with silence as she opened up her eyes
she glanced around the room as her pulse began to rise
Suddenly a voice arose, its contents out of site
"Do you believe in God?" she heard, now overcome by might.

She felt the twinge of steal pushing up against her throat
Her mind went racing passed all of the words on all the notes
her life, shown in a glimpse, would be the last thing on her mind
the blade sunk through her flesh, now her body left behind

They found her the next morning but no murderer was seen
No more notes with twisted words to help relay the twisted scene
No conspiracy unmasked, no mass murderer exposed
all that lingered of the lady was a crimson stained white rose

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