The Rose I Once Carried

December 27, 2010
The simple symbol of love

The flower every girl hopes for

I carried this symbol as carefully as I could

And still you shut the doors



A deep red, or a pure white

Both colors show the truth of it all

The one I carried was white but soon became red that night

And the rose I carried began its fall



I must have slipped, or caught a crack in the road.

It no longer matters now, nothing can be done

The rose I carried fell on the floor, I broke a sacred code

Now it lies there still shriveled and gone, and I am left, just one.





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