She’s a dead rose,
A beautiful flower withered and grey.
The air she gave off was once fresh,
A scent like summer,
A smile like lemonade,
Now her ashes cover the floor,
Like a broken dream, there they stay.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
She’s a dead rose,
A beautiful flower withered and grey.
The air she gave off was once fresh,
A scent like summer,
A smile like lemonade,
Now her ashes cover the floor,
Like a broken dream, there they stay.
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