"We" in "Me"
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Shadow of a Rose
My bitter heart
crumbled upon the frigid earth.
of painful labor grind into dirt.
But from the
filth of my broken life blooms a single rose.
And out of
each delicate petal the eerie beauty of my soul glows.
The smell of
fresh Spring soil penetrates the air.
my budding bloom sweet scents of joy linger here.
thorns jutting out of my fragile stalk curse threats upon the world.
callous surface Iím just a frail lonely girl.
Out of the
filth of a haunted past beauty breaks hard ground.
Where the dense
feelings of hatred lives love is also found.
Eyes that only
see darkness are immune to object bright.
you can see the chilling shadows youíll never see the light.