Grief Of My Red Rose

Grief is always hiding behind me
The horrible, terrible thing
It strikes when I am least looking
And lately, it's taking everything

My love is gone, withered and died
A red rose so fair
I have nothing to hide
My red rose just didn't care

When I was least expecting it
Grief of that love came lurking near
What if my rose just never fit?
I now have a morbid fear

What if it never belongs to anyone else?
What if it's not meant to give away?
What if I have to keep it to myself
For the rest of my days?

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poem by Eden St. Andrews
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