Truth
I found our love shaped like a rose
on a lonely empty street,
It seems so strange, so sad, to find it
lying at my feet.
With quilty heart and teary eyes
I picked it from the dirt.
I wiped away the tears, the pain.
I wiped away the hurt.
I took it home and nurtured it,
spending hour after hour.
To make our red rose bloom again.
To save our love...the flower.
I cared for it and wept for it,
until one early morn.
the rose looked new, I grabbed in haste
and was needled by its thorn.
I found that lonely street again,
and like I knew I should,
I left the rose
I left the street
...and left our love for good.
-Perry Biggerstaff
poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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