Lost is the Rose
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by miriam
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the rose that sends itself to bane
for love can sometimes be cruel indeed,
Lost is the rose that once found its path
for somewhere in this world we are played in a maze,
Lost is the rose losing its hope and joy
for sadness and pain are always in a fairy tale.
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by Mary Rose
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
lost is the petals it blead
bare of where it ounce was red.
on the ground where it lies
clutched in despair of the snow and ice.
Lost is the rose the lends itself to shame, lost is her innocence because she played the game.
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by keeper of shadows
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
We must not let it succeed
or else betray it by its name.
Lost is the rose that understands its pain
that us mortals do not feel
but think of it only as unreal
until our lives are slain.
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by Secret
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Do not question
the akward recant of the rose
head bent down and low
if the shame did echo
from curling petals
then we know
it felt regret for something evil indeed
you do not feel shame
with out reason to feel shameful
but what is evil?
and how do you know it came?
Evil is only a point of view after all
so raise your head fair rose
and tell us your shameful story
there will be those who
think you awful
and there will be those
who are compassionate to your ways
but isn't it better to suffer with out burden of secret?
then to sufer with a secret shame?
Heavy is the heart
that feels it deserves wicked treatment
Heavy is the heart that with this feeling
is treated kindly as if no wrong was done
So shed away your petals
and expose to us your core
Lost is this rose that lent it's self to shame
for choice can be evil to the bearer indeed
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by Jason
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
It stands in the middle of the storm,
lost with out its sun.
Life drains from its frail body,
slowly its petals fall to the cold hard ground,
Soon it will be a forgotten
memory in the minds of time
Lost forever amongst the evil
or this selfish world.
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by tegan
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the heart that holds blame
for blame is a hard, dark seed
Pale skies hold light abundant
I look and see your face there
scared your feelings are redundant
petals fall without a care
When all has faded
and the rose is all but a stem
when love has become jaded
the world will become one of them
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by Jill Holley
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
never knowing who or what's the same
just happy because the depression they feed
lost is the rose that never cries
just burries it inside her heart
lost is a girl that always tries
and it just tears her apart
the rose is a girl who lost her way
but tries to make it back
she tries and tries everyday
she can't because of what she lacks
the rose is me
lost and alone
this is the what i was raised to be
the choice for now is postponed
the choice of death or life
the easier of the two
cutting deeper with the knife
while the blood is seeping through
lost is the rose of a scared little girl
with tear in her eye
a young girl lost in the world
before she lays to die
the little girl is me now
grown up, still a rose in my hand
i ended up dieing somehow
because you didn't understand!
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by ADRIAN
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
I LOST MY ROSE THAT LENDS ITSELF TO SHAME I WONDER WHAT DO I DO , DO I SIT AND WONDER OR I GO OUT TO SURCH TO GET IT, WELL THERE NOTHING TO DO NOW THAT ROSE YOU TOOK AWAY IS MY SOUL YOU HAMULATED ME YOU GAVE ME PAIN, DARKNESS HAVE COME APON ME BLOOD OF TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE STEAMING BEGING FOR YOU TO SPARE ME BUT YOU WON'T SO BE IT YOU TURN MY ROSE TO THE DARK SIDE IT'S LOST IT CAN'T BE FOUND NO WHERE BUT WITH YOU, I TRUSTED YOU I LOOK UP TO YOU NOW YOU TOOK HAPPYNESS AWAY THEN YOU GAVE ME PAIN YOUR MY FEAR I THINK OF THIS PEOM OF PAIN YOU HAVE GOTEN OVER YEARS AND TEARS INSIDE OF YOU WON'T LEAVE LIKE BLOOD RUNING ALWAYS TELL YOU DIE AND FEARING WHAT WILL HAPPEN HOW CAN YOU CHANGE IT BACK TO IT TO THE PERFECT LIFE THAT'S IS MY SAYING
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by ms. runaway
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the soul,
That cant make its mind
Lost is the mind,
That cant control the soul
Lost is the choice,
I never made
Lost is the life,
That is torn apart
Lost is the knife,
To make it all end
Lost is the faith,
That Ive run out on
Lost is the love,
Ive never had
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
for choice can be evil indeed
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by Jake Schmidt
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the life of those in war
for choice is unforgiving indeed
Lost is the only child
For choice is unfair indeed
Lost is the old friendships
For choice is always there
Lost is your trust
For choice is always yours
Lost is telling a lie
For choice will be questioned forever
Lost is passing school
For choice is always an effort
Lost is the petal that fell from the rose
For choice is always beautiful.
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by Jake Schmidt
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the life of those in war
for choice is unforgiving indeed
Lost is the only child
For choice is unfair indeed
Lost is the old friendships
For choice is always there
Lost is your trust
For choice is always yours
Lost is telling a lie
For choice will be questioned forever
Lost is passing school
For choice is always an effort
Lost is the petal that fell from the rose
For choice is always beautiful.
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by Jake Schmidt
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the life of those in war
for choice is unforgiving indeed
Lost is the only child
For choice is unfair indeed
Lost is the old friendships
For choice is always there
Lost is your trust
For choice is always yours
Lost is telling a lie
For choice will be questioned forever
Lost is passing school
For choice is always an effort
Lost is the petal that fell from the rose
For choice is always beautiful.
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by Jake Schmidt
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the life of those in war
for choice is unforgiving indeed
Lost is the only child
For choice is unfair indeed
Lost is the old friendships
For choice is always there
Lost is your trust
For choice is always yours
Lost is telling a lie
For choice will be questioned forever
Lost is passing school
For choice is always an effort
Lost is the petal that fell from the rose
For choice is always beautiful.
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by Jake Schmidt
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the life of those in war
for choice is unforgiving indeed
Lost is the only child
For choice is unfair indeed
Lost is the old friendships
For choice is always there
Lost is your trust
For choice is always yours
Lost is telling a lie
For choice will be questioned forever
Lost is passing school
For choice is always an effort
Lost is the petal that fell from the rose
For choice is always beautiful.
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by Kyra
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
for all who are to blame.
Its you who makes me bleed.
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by Chantel
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
For if you make the wrong choice
you never will succeed
Lost is the rose that never looked back
and got the unexpected
Lost is the rose
and the rose is me
A lost women searching for freedom
As my life is a backwards fairy tale
No prince to break my spell
No fairy godmother to make everything right, no one to help me get through the night
I choose to be no more
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed
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by jessica
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
but this day is not one for me but for you, as your casket was damned to a eternal sleep.
Your wrists are now nothing but afew scars to your heart, scars that belonged to a blade in which i held.
i remember your begging choking crys as you came to me that day, you wanted me to help you and said i didnt understand.
i admit at the time i did not, but in these few hours i have been given i realize that you came to me because you loved me.
together we had taken those blades and bled watching the day fade into night.
how come i am still here? won't you bleed answer to my tears and take me with you my silent brother?
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by Rose
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
A single love filled rose
learns the lies of this world
Its petals spread unto you
and you fill them with tears.
A rose,
to simple to tear down the wall that surrounds it.
Lost was this rose,until the day you came.
Lost now again,
to find itself in another.
Without regret it goes,
but with sorrow it looks back.
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by Urszula
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
When love's curiosity confuses your inner soul,
When life' meaning is endless in a black hole.
When my mind speaks nothing except of my greed,
It is then that the rose takes forth its fame.
I have made a mistake of speaking my mind,
I wish to reverse this terrible spell.
Life can be drastic and I wish it weren't so,
You want to take your intentions back when they hang so low.
I feel like the world is a living hell,
It is then that I know I get kicked in the behind.
Of all the troubles in the world,
Words cannot be taken away.
This rose sent prickly thorns inside my little head,
It is then that I knew where my mistake lead.
Slowly dying am I so true to say,
This rose that I have here turned into my world.
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by molly
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost is the rose,
Lost in this world,
Lost is the rose,
Lost like a pearl,
Lost is the rose,
Lost as it can be,
Lost is the rose,
Not knowing were to go or who to be,
Lost is the rose,
And will always be lost.
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by wsz
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
aha aha
dada
dada
ertus derty uisc
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by Alexandra
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
as a rose has a hidden life out in wilde an down in the garden.A rose will eqale what ever u wont it 2 in life an death.A rose is a sign of life an you should take grate care of it as it holds the key 2 your next life!x
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by naomi
Lost is the rose that lends itself to shame,
For choice can be evil indeed.
Lost.....
you can not smell
taste
hear
or even read lost you can only feel it.
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