Waking Petals

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this in my English class...ummm I
was very mad that day. So if this sounds very
harsh and wow what in the world..are you ok?
I am find people, I have a lot of poems
I write like this.
I hope you all still enjoy though.
Thanks for reading.

Check out the music too.

Submitted: May 31, 2008

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My love lying on the bed, cold as ice.
Red rose petals float from the ceiling on his head.
The gun—still in my hand,
I shake—I almost faint.
A tear falls and the gun—is to my head.
I am dead.


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