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The Rose


I open the door
To see him standing there
With a rose on the floor
And a note in his hand

He hands me the note
And I open it up
To read what he wrote
And I start to cry
 
It read "I love you"
In three simple words.
While thinking of what to do
He hands me the rose
 
I don't want to
Go through it again
And he can't undo
What he did
 
We stand there
For a few minutes
And I stare
At him as he waits
 
I hope I make
The right decision
And the path I take
Doesn't end for me
 
I walk outside
And he follows
We walk side by side
Like the old times
 
We start to talk
And it feels like before
As we walk
I figure out what t do
 
I didn't want to lie
So I told him the truth
That he was the best guy
I had ever met
 
I could never be mad
At him for forever
But he can make me sad
And not even know it
 
Once we were done
We said goodbye
And said that was fun
And I watch him leave
 
The I woke up to the sun
Wondering if it was just a dream
And if he could be the one
That I have waited for
 
Then I see the rose
Sitting on my nightstand
And I froze
As I picked it up
 
I hold it in my hand
Hoping it will last
And as I start to stand
I feel him inside me
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