Beautiful Rose

She was a beautiful rose

Abused and Bruised

She felt like she was of no use

She wanted love

One simple word

She wanted to be as free as a bird

 

The day has come;she was deceived

Evil lust of such a beautiful thing

Hope had died

Blood was shed

The rose crinkled beneath its bed

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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