As I Grew Older

I stood there,

Holding eternity of love,

To give out to someone.

I've been Waiting and waiting,

The roads were split,

and sounding near by.

Leaves shuddered,

Foot steps got feeble as I grew older,

I was tired,

Fainting,

Tears seasoned my home.

Less the body aches which bleed from inside.

Slowly the dust piled upon my skin,

Then I was a sin of grave,

To my heart,

With rotten rose in my hand.

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