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Dangling roses

by Finalgravedigger

Dangling roses

Dangling high
they always lie
withered and dry
so many at a time.

Once alive
flourished over my head like light
I was safe at night
with roses by my side.

Brown and torn
my heart only mourns
reaching for them I only
find thorns.

Why do they make
fun of me tonight
I thought love did what was right
however holding on tight
thorns make me bleed as I die.