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Single Rose and a Single Lie
A single rose left to remember
as the tears fell from her eyes.
It isn't cold this day in December
As she watched the birds fly.
She smells the rose, looks up at the sky
tells the birds stories, with one single lie.
Says she loved him, didn't want him to go
But really, she prayed for him to go slow.
He took her life, one by one
Held her up like a prize.
She was just a trophy he won
and he will hold her till he dies.
But in the house of horror, you can still hear screams
the bruises, burns, cuts. She hoped it was a dream.
Drunk everyday, tossing, throwing, laughing
It was all fun and games while she was dying.
Long-sleeves and jeans she wore
Didn't want anyone to know.
To him she became a bore
so it became a show.
She too his life one day, no one knew
with a slash of a knife, didn't leave a clue.
Now she was sitting here, looking at the sky
telling stories and a lie. Watching the birds fly.
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