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I wish him Roses
He spoke of love yet he wore me like a glove
Nevertheless, I still wish him red roses.
In our togetherness, jealousy was my mistress
But I walked on, wishing him yellow roses.
His clever lies, the thing, that blinded my eyes
His deceit so real, for this, I wish him black roses
My freedom’s voice: a bouquet or poisonous ploys?,
He preferred blooms, so I wished him purple roses.
Years gone past, in a symphony of new beginnings,
Amidst petals of grace, I wish him white roses.
© inkedNivek
Nevertheless, I still wish him red roses.
In our togetherness, jealousy was my mistress
But I walked on, wishing him yellow roses.
His clever lies, the thing, that blinded my eyes
His deceit so real, for this, I wish him black roses
My freedom’s voice: a bouquet or poisonous ploys?,
He preferred blooms, so I wished him purple roses.
Years gone past, in a symphony of new beginnings,
Amidst petals of grace, I wish him white roses.
© inkedNivek
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