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I was, to be given to someone As a symbol of true love She was a studious one And he was an average above He wanted to give her a rose But, was doubtful and scared So he wrote her a nice prose With an ink of color red Library was her favorite place So he placed the prose with a rose And tied it with a thin threaded lace As she glanced him with a pose He placed a note and the flower In her favorite research book And waited her for an hour But she was already in a hook This broke his innocent heart As he thought his love was blooming Coz she was alone from the start Unfortunately, he kept on assuming The old books got replaced, over the week As all got outshelved in the storage No hands could reach and seek This special book in the wreckage My fragrance and youth, left me And sank within the heavy pages I am withered old, for no one to see Stuck with the unread prose, for ages Burnt in a sudden fire Few books, behind and around None was this books buyer It just laid aimless on the dusty ground A dead rose, covered within sheets Hoping to be found oneday If this book gets sold on the streets Someone might have a special day... ©sim
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
Rose Within Pages
I was, to be given to someone As a symbol of true love She was a studious one And he was an average above He wanted to give her a rose But, was doubtful and scared So he wrote her a nice prose With an ink of color red Library was her favorite place So he placed the prose with a rose And tied it with a thin threaded lace As she glanced him with a pose He placed a note and the flower In her favorite research book And waited her for an hour But she was already in a hook This broke his innocent heart As he thought his love was blooming Coz she was alone from the start Unfortunately, he kept on assuming The old books got replaced, over the week As all got outshelved in the storage No hands could reach and seek This special book in the wreckage My fragrance and youth, left me And sank within the heavy pages I am withered old, for no one to see Stuck with the unread prose, for ages Burnt in a sudden fire Few books, behind and around None was this books buyer It just laid aimless on the dusty ground A dead rose, covered within sheets Hoping to be found oneday If this book gets sold on the streets Someone might have a special day... ©sim
"I" - in this write refers to a rose.
#doubtful#scared#innocent#love
Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
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