The Untaken Rose

I know you never meant to hurt me
The furthest thing that crossed your mind
Unknown to you my heart was beating
Without a thought you left behind

The Christmas gift that's left unopened
Lost in the shuffle of the day
The words never heard or spoken
The vagabond that's lost his way

The lonely wind that blows at nighttime
The ragged remnants of a beggar's clothes
The dying shadows of the summer
I'm the spring's untaken rose.

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