The Blue Rose
The Blue Rose
Glisens in the morning dew
It looks so gental
But is killing you inside
Because it reminds me of who I cared for the most
And it makes me want to cry
I think of you in silence
Never speeking your name
Crying to myself
And holding your picture in the frame
I visit her grave
Crying to myself
Silently speaking your name
Wishing I had never seen
The Blue Rose
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Angel Marie's Poems
The name is Angel. I love to write poems most of them are kinda depressing but thats how i feel when i write those. Some of them are completely random those are kind funny though. SO enjoy!
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Angel Marie Swiftwing
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My name is angel
And your blood will stain my blade
prepare to fight or die where you stand
The choice is yours