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A rose
Sometimes i ask myself
How long will i chase
Until there is not a breath left
Or this feeling is erased
Although i never feed it the fire it still grows
Waiting for the bloom of a love thats like a rose
Its beauty quite alluring when looking at from afar
Trying not to be careless i may end up scared
Ive dreamed of a love forever my heart never alone
A queen that isnt forsaken worthy of her throne
The jesture jokes and mimics loves that came before
Seeking admiration instead pricked by her thorns
A rose left to grow leaves a garden with many to adore
Once picked it withers leaving a rose no more
Copyright ©
David Maynard
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