Crushed Rose Bud.

There was a rose in my garden

Waiting to be bloomed

Surreal but nice (Notting Hill 1999) I call it an Autumn dream.

In my imagination I could see it's future is so doomed

I went there just there in rage, and crushed it of my own hands

Thorns ran deep I didn't care it will not stop the bleed

Sitting on a bench, with pain on my chest I cried for an hour and a half

Thank you for reading : crushed rose bud

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