Roses

by whitney bartlett   Apr 10, 2004


Life is like a dying rose
it keeps falling piece to piece
and as each and every petal goes
my heart goes with it
inside i feel so blue
my heart breaks
as every petal falls
when the angel of death calls
my life fades away
it turns black
and the rose of my heart is dead

my best friend Cindal wrote this but she don't have a computer so i put it on here for her.

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