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The Roses Bled Red
You walk out the door
The last embrace felt like the breeze on the last day of summer
The sweatshirt that I used to love, the color navy
Navy used to smell of trust and cinnamon,
but now I only see the darkness before a bad summer storm.
I can see you but you can’t see me
I’m reaching out for you but you keep pulling away
Why did you walk away?
The sound of your name is just nails on a chalkboard
The smell of your cologne is now burnt toast on an unpleasant morning
Only making the morning worse
The cries in my bed as I see the roses bleeding red
Red the color of the love you once had for me
The roses bled out, but I’m still here holding the remains
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