The Rose | Teen Ink

The Rose

January 27, 2015
By Anonymous

She dreams of him every day,
hoping their eyes will meet again.
Waking, dressing only to impress the others,
hoping each day is hers.
The hallways feel infinitely long
as each day passes by--
Finding herself coming across his locker,
but no one there to embrace.
That feeling of emptiness becomes a habit,
And every hello was left in the dust.
She can feel his warmth as though it was able to save,
And His daily kiss on the cheek
became the rose she threw on his grave



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