June 2, 2010
By beautiful_girl BRONZE, Nisswa, Minnesota
beautiful_girl BRONZE, Nisswa, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life." -Robert Penn Warren

The thorns pierce through my skin
My blood stains the white peddles
It may smell and look beautiful, but
it's evil
It's taste is bitter
It's the symbol of his love
He hands me a rose before
he breaks my heart
We loved each other
He left
I sat at home waiting
for him to come back to me
His bunk mate hands me a
My eyes over flow with tears
And as I read start to end
My love is stronger even
though his time is up

The author's comments:
when my best friend told me he loved me then broke my heart by telling me that he was leaving me for the military.

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