Truth Is Poetry

 

My Rose

By: Craig A. M. Goines

 

A rose is but a rose when it's around you

 The smell

 The sight

 The meaning behind it

 All the times you gave it to someone you love

 It was there

 There for you

 You work hard to buy it

 Just to have it around

 You work so much to keep it alive

 When you lose it it's different

 You miss the smell

 The touch

 The meaning

 And you remember how it was there for you

 You remember what you did to keep it

 And how hard you worked to have it

 But when it's not there you miss it

 I miss my rose

 My love

 My heart

 What I did for my rose

 How I worked for my rose

 I miss it

 My rose

 My love

 My daughter

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