The rose that you threw from your head
is now grown into a plant next to my bed
it has left so many beautiful roses to see
but I know only the thorns belongs to me
Everyday I water the plant with my tears
for every tear a beautiful rose appears
you say these roses belongs only to you
what about my tears,on which roses grew
Even in darkness,I gave them the sunshine
so that they could live with my life line
you can see all those roses are only red
because I give them life with my blood
You can only see the beauty the rose shows
but the pain behind those rose no one knows
every rose is nothing but a piece of my heart
that has died and given your rose a new start
These roses are not grown to keep on your head
I want these roses on my grave when I’m dead
so that I can feel you are always close to me
living in my heart,even when my soul is set free
you are one,whom in my life I would always miss
I’m leaving behind your rose to understand this
if you don’t still understand my writing prose
this poem is all about The Story of Your Rose
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best wishes
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