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hehe sad this is how i feel........

Grand, beautiful, and red
Fragrance so sweet, petals so big.
Gracefully standing on its own,
Brightening the room with its glistening glow.

Given as a present,
A symbol it stands.
Wilting on the table,
Hanging by its strands.

Alone in a vase,
The rose begins to fade.
Forgotten, alone in its dismay.

The dark begins to seep,
The rose begins to rot
Making a wound, cutting so deep.

It withers, dries, and dies.
The rose is then forgotten.
leaving it neglected,
It crumbles into nothing.

You are like the rose.
At first your beautiful in every way
If your not taken care of.
You begin to wither and die away.