Life

Life is like a rose
Each pedal for every year
The red means blood
The thorns mean fear
The fragance explains you in some different ways
So when the rose is picked
You slowly die of age
Your frarance could be bitter
Your fragance could be sweet
But it dosent matter now
The emotions are way too deep.

Life

Megan Hetrick

Berlin Center, United States

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This poem was by Megan Hetrick and i hope one day it will be published.

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