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Really not my best one...
Others have said they liked it, but I think they were just being nice. leave some feedback if you would like.
I cradled you, listening to your silent cries
with your scarlet chills running through the fingertips of mine
a crimson poinsettia bleeding from the insides
and all I could be afraid of was to see you in your grave
I stared into your dying eyes, awaiting for your last few words
but all that came to shine was just the blood dripping off flesh memories
two days had passed since you said you belonged to me
upon plaided reds and whites under fluttering oak trees
Rose, I'll still hold on to you in some wooden picture frame
sitting on top of ivory starring at me for we both know who to blame
and your warm smiles will blur out into the distance at night
in mirroring dreams that reflect how we used to hold each other tight
as we watched sparkling spirals shine on our little sea
underneathe fluttering oak trees when you belonged to me
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