the first flower that you ever gave me was red
red, symbolizing our love for one another
red, symbolizing the deep emotions shared between us
now, that red rose is a dying crimson
because our love does not live anymore
I often wonder if you still think of me
I try my hardest to hold back those tears, but they fall
heart spilling out all of the pain and anger within
but, I've learn to just keep those emotions inside
do you think of me?
do you think of us?
whatever happened to our love, trust, and friendship
the time in which we were happy
people tell me to just get over it, but I can't
my feet are cemented to the ground
my thoughts still reflect the past
I'm not sure if I want to get over you
because I'm still holding unto our love
what we once were
what we once stood for..my God, I miss us
just thinking about the red rose
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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