A rose has grown in a meadow. No other rose is there. She sits alone with her tears wishing sombody was there. She crys out loud with anger and sorrow hoping someone could hear. She hears a voice and turns around and saw no one was near. She falls apart bit by bit and woundered if someone could save her. The last part falls she takes a bow and knew nobody cared.
Forever Black Rose · Sun Jun 10, 2007 @ 05:10am · 1 Comments |