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She sits alone
as a wilted rose
lonely with nowhere to go.
she could be happy, she could be sad.
but no one will ever know.
What is she thinking?
is it something bad?
someone must love her
and be her friend.
or else
what
can
she
do?
as a wilted rose
lonely with nowhere to go.
she could be happy, she could be sad.
but no one will ever know.
What is she thinking?
is it something bad?
someone must love her
and be her friend.
or else
what
can
she
do?
posted by psyduck at 4:03 PM
1 Comments:
wierd i was just about to post a comment to tell you that you should post another poem. nice. i like it, i like the form. sad though. how bout a happy one?
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