Full. Proud. Strong.
Always standing tall as her flamboyant essence of life continuously rained colorful attributes over this undeserving Earth.
Everything surrounding her was in awe of the mark she left.
I being one of them.
Her presence a gift I no longer own.
For long ago she was once standing full and proud.
Her color depleted.
Her petals deteriorated.
Her life gone.
Sooner than she deserved.
Sooner than I wanted her too.
I carry her in my heart, she is a reminder of who I am, who was before me and who may come after me.
My Rose the world didn't deserve to have you and surely didn't have the right to pluck you.
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