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March 21st, 2012 - 12:41 PM
Rose
Cold, cold is my Rose
Like the ice in the frozen lake on a cold winter night
I loved my Rose
When her thorns didn't prick
To me she was a beautiful flower
As I lay here alone in the dark
I see images of my Rose
Kissing someone else's lips tonight
And I remember when it was all good and sweet
I get up, pack my things, and head outside
The cool wind blowing on my face
The moon shining from above makes this a special night
I see my Rose in the distance running down the road
Waving and calling out my name
I don't want to hear her voice anymore
I don't answer or wave
I don't shed a tear
I get into my car and drive off as fast as I can
I pause slightly on the road, to get one last glimpse of my Rose.
Natalie Holland (c) 3-21-12
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