Sitting on the petals of a rose
Spinning around slowly trying
To forget
Holding a rose in my hands, the
Thorns draw my blood
The little drops falling like
They are tears from the rose
Your lovely rose I would have
Fought to keep it alive
Now it's doomed to die
My heart beats slowly as I
Tear your rose apart
Feeling the pain but not letting
Out a cry
I get up to walk away and drop
The rose as it catches on fire
And I never looked back over
My shoulder
And I never felt sorry
For killing that lovely rose of yours

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I am a twenty-one-year-old female in South Euclid, Ohio. I started writing when I was in the ninth grade. It started off with me writing about my day, then I started writing about feelings. It came easy for me to think of an emotion and write about it.