the bloom
is off
the rose
she says, and i
say not so fast,
perhaps not.
it just needs
a little sunlight,
some water, a
kind word or two,
and watch, she'll
spring right back
to life. trust
me on this, i
know my way
around flowers.
and she says,
why do you call
it a she,
and i say,
because those
roses seem so
much like you,
sad and wilted.
Monday, July 25, 2011
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