she couldn't see it
but she was the love of his life
that when he looked at her
his face says if i can't have you
then i don't want anyone else
no one would ever compare
and no one would ever be able
to love him like she did
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
