Young Rose

July 21, 2009
By sissykat PLATINUM, Royal Oak, Michigan
sissykat PLATINUM, Royal Oak, Michigan
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A silver road along the rose’s stem,
Her eyes they weep these
Silver roads.
The red silk ribbon that bound her so,
Is now bled into the depths
Of her heart.
That angelic smile
Is now crestfallen,
Knowing the world round her
Is spinning without her.
No one there to dry her tears,
No one there to wipe her fears.
Bound forever to watch
Her friends grow.
As she herself
Is just a
Young Rose.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Oct. 8 2009 at 8:51 pm
How can the world spin without somebody? Technically, the world spins no matter what while everyone is on it! How can a rose bleed? How can a rose have tears or fears?

lexi said...
on Aug. 3 2009 at 2:17 pm
hey cat! i really like this one!! but i would change the "wipe her fears" into something like "confront her fears." thats it. i love it and keep at it!

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