Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Murder of Rose



She was a silent being. She was a whisper in the wind. 

She walked till she could walk no more. She sat and cried on the floor. She sobbed. She wept.

He came into her life. He pulled out the thorns on her side. He cared for her. He wept with her. He stood by her and watched her grow. He stood by her and pushed her for more.

He asked her things no man must. He asked her for complete trust. He was in her head. She was his puppet. She wanted the pain to go away. She wanted to be out of the pain he gave. 

She came to realize. She found him to be the thorn on her side. She cared for him. She wept for him. She stood by him and watched his rage. She stood by him before she pushed him away.

She walked till she could walk no more. She sat and cried on the floor. She sobbed. She wept.

She was a silent being. She was a whisper in the wind.

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