Consider yourself lucky
If you are to ever receive it
For not everyone is fortunate
To have even one
Don’t let your rose die
As we both know
It cannot be revived
And I’m sure I speak for us all when I say
This gift, is far more precious than gold
The gift of a yellow rose
I still remember the first time I held you When you were just a bundle of blankets So tiny and vulnerable And in my heart a need to...
What may just seem like a friendly joke Can really give the heart a poke It was just a simple taunt Which now taints my heart Well versed...
In this together Or so I thought Friends forever But we were not Learn how to cherish Before it’s to late If you’re not by their side...
well said 👌🏻
Beautiful.