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The Last Rose
I Stand here watching one rose by itself
picking it up smelling the sensation it once had on me
but who am I and who I was are no longer there
I close my eyes and smell the beauty of life once again
memories flash back to me on this empty street
how I once had smiled how I once had played
but these days are over I have become a warrior
who's peace I have destroyed
here I stand in the street with the last living rose
but I cannot keep this in me for long I must go on
time after time I have seen them suffer
time after time I could not save their lives
so why do I go on why do I continue to fight
maybe there is some hope in this forsaken world
why do I look at myself like this, why such low self esteem
this war may be over, but not the one with me.
I Stand here watching one rose by itself
picking it up smelling the sensation it once had on me
but who am I and who I was are no longer there
I close my eyes and smell the beauty of life once again
memories flash back to me on this empty street
how I once had smiled how I once had played
but these days are over I have become a warrior
who's peace I have destroyed
here I stand in the street with the last living rose
but I cannot keep this in me for long I must go on
time after time I have seen them suffer
time after time I could not save their lives
so why do I go on why do I continue to fight
maybe there is some hope in this forsaken world
why do I look at myself like this, why such low self esteem
this war may be over, but not the one with me.
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After rummaging through my stuff I managed to find a poem I had made several years back I believe when I was still in high school. I thought it was rather good so I decided to modify and upload it.
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