Thrown Away Rose
Somewhere in a cupboard, or put away on a shelf
Remains a vase ever lonely, for love to be held
The dust it's collected, reflects on the heart
Growing ever more bitter, growing ever more hard
Longing to nourish and sustain what's inside
Any color is fine, be it pink, red, or white
Each blossoms from nothing, then withers away
The important part is, that which remains
The petals will fall and the leaves will soon wilt
Each but a symbol, of that which we've built
So feel free to be happy, but please don't be vain
Because a vase remains empty, this Valentines Day
The world's still lacking love, and how do we know?
It only requires but one:
Thrown Away Rose
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