Fake Roses

Wed, 07/11/2018 - 16:57 -- Bobby.

Fake roses in a box
Always ready to be shipped
But never ready for the trip
Beautiful and fragile
Fake roses in a box
Wither against the wind
I hate to see us break apart
Into nothing but particles
Fake roses in a box
Well decorated
But too well expired

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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