The Whithered Rose
Young and thorny she is a sight.
Peaceful outside, inner fight.
Anger came and beat her down.
In misery, without friends, she would drown.
He poured his rage, and burned her petals.
The way fire melts down precious metals.
It feels as though a knife is in her heart.
Her life, it seems, has fallen apart.
But, for her, there is hope yet.
On her friends help, she can bet.
(For Amanda, our Rose)
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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