Nov 2016
There once was a rose, so gallant and proud. With its rosey red color, it brought a new light to the world. Slowly but surely, the rose began to fade. It reached out to the world, offering nothing but shame. Crying for the dreams it once vividly shared, the hopes that fell in red little drops that caused all to stare. What had the rose done, to deserve such a punishment?
An old note of mine that I recently found on my phone. I can go through the daily motions and feel glorious, but it's always the silent veil of the night that gets me. That allow these thoughts and feelings to surface.
Written by
Mysterious Mind
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