My Rose & I


My Rose & I

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
There’s so many stories about many different roses,
But this is the story of my rose.
My Rose will forever and always be my rose.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Like all roses, it grew from concrete.
But this rose was very special to me.
My rose, along with my other rose, gave me life.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Is unlike any other roses,
My rose came and gone,
But in the end it was always there for me.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
This rose has so many roots.
Many people loved my rose,
Some loved too much.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Since October 30th, 1999 - May 3rd, 2015 my rose was always supporting me,
Wish it could’ve been longer.
I loved my rose so much.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
One of my favorites,
That was my rose.
I miss my rose.

So heres the story about my rose. My rose had many other roses besides, the family of roses, but this one rose introduced my rose to another side of the concrete. This side of the concrete wasn’t bad, but wasn’t all good. Some of our family, of roses, didn’t really accept this change to the other side of the concrete. But going to the other side of the concrete was what my rose loved to do. The last time I saw my rose, I was doing what I loved. And my rose was there watching me and supporting me. The weekend after that, my rose left for a trip with the other side of the concrete. When the other side came back, something was missing. My rose never came home. You would think that growing up in the concrete that if you hit the concrete you would be fine. But no, your a rose, you had a shortage of oxygen.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Were you really mine to begin with?
I loved you so.
Why did you have to leave so soon?

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Bled black and blue,
With the roaring engine,
And a hatchet on his back.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Always had some kind of smirk or smile,
Full of happiness and joy.
But had a side only some seen.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
With long rides home,
Those were the good times.
The famous car selfies were the best.

My Rose, My Rose, My Rose
Mr. Hulk Hogan.
Big Dino.
My rose was my dad.

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