Heartbreak?
To My Love
To my love,
The flower you gave me last week,
The blushed rose,
It is dropping, and weak,
Sorrowful, and miserable,
Knowing very well I don’t like roses,
You got them for ME?
I couldn’t even smell anything
As I put them to my nose,
And now it sits here,
Wilted on my counter,
Wilted as out love might,
That I cannot bare,
You’ve made your choice,
And now I’ll make mine
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