This is a poem I wrote back in September of 2019.
Enjoy 🙂
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And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
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I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
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Black Rose
It is you, Black Rose, whom God searches for to find, to love, to bring home and water. Black Rose, do not let the red roses fool you, their grandeur is nothing that matters to God. He cares not for perfection; he cares for the trampled.
He finds those who have been pushed aside and brings them into his inner circle. He homes them and adores them.
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