Wilted

by Lydie   Aug 14, 2005


Black rose,
You gave it to me,

But once it was red,

Black rose,
Now wilting away,

But now it's dead.

Red rose,
Never had any thorns,

But now it hurts to touch,

Red rose,
Once before,

But I don't care much.

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