A beaten Rose
Roses wont stop wilting underneath the sun.
There are things in life that never end, and unfortunately some things never start.
A window can be closed but it wont matter if the glass is shattered.
A stapler is meant to staple things together but you insist on pulling things apart.
The dirt underneath your feet is soothing compared to the dirt on your hands.
Should I forgive.... Probably.
But if your heart was like mine where its blue, beaten, and bruised..
Would you forgive me too.
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