The Rose

Bright red, vibrant, and full of life
I picked you from the vine without knowing you'd die
I thought that you'd be there forever, oblivious to time
Looking at you now, all I can do is cry
Shriveled up and weak
You're pedals no longer alive
Who would have thought we'd have such a short time
A short time to laugh
But such a long time to cry
Isn't it funny, these twisted facts of life?
Living to die
And dying to live
It seems to me it all just contradicts
While my questions speak loud
And all answers remain silent
Bright red, vibrant, and forever in my mind
I picked you from that vine and made your memories mine

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