Roses
Dead roses are just dark and dreadful
Pink are embaressed
and
Blue are crying for you!
Purple are fructrated
White are to shy
but if there were
Silver they would be snoty
Gold would be rich
Red roses are ment to say...
I will always love you
and
please stay and be mine!
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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| When We Lose Love | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
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| free stalion | 0 | 10/04/2009 |
| Cry | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Freedom | 2 | 09/03/2009 |
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| The Life I Lived | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
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| Death is Awaiting | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
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| Childhood Moments | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
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