Stolen Rose

A mischievous gardener

soundly worked on her garden

She slept and allowed

her door to open for a breeze

A perfume guiding my way

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One day working

I stole a rose

that was wanted by everyone

I went into her room to sneak a peak

and now I will pay with my life

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Because of her, I am

despised by many people

or is it because of my desires?

The rose’s scent was sublime

Her body, a magnet for any worm

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I am a fool

I never hear or care what’s coming

I never give up

Obliterated feelings

My downward spiral, just be a spring

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She told me enticing words

I understood, but not caught

I can only tell her

I'm so sorry,

as I want to live in heaven every night

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She no longer wanted me

after I smelled the rose

Like a cold breeze whispering,

"I'm going to pay with my life"

I felt like a sharpened knife

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The stolen rose

is now rotten in my hands

She now sleeps with one eye open

locking out the door

With another beautiful rose inside

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By Bazooka Teaches