In the window I saw a rose. A rose not like any other; this rose was a beauty, a beauty indeed. A white rose like winter's snow. It had crystals of blue, just like your eyes. Each one of those crystals had a sparkle, just like your smile. But something else struck me from this white winter's snow rose, you were holding it. In the window, I saw a tall, dark figure on the right of you. Looks like a tree, but you were still there. You put the outside light on, leading me into your home. You want to confuse me, but I want revenge. Your voice gets softer as the lights get dimmer as my plan kicks in. Thinking you got me in your spot, I take that white winter's snow rose out of your hands. Within a matter of seconds, I get up with the rose in my hand. After all the pain and confusion you put me threw, I now control your life, because that rose is your life. With my chilling eyes, I take out my lighter. Walking out of the burning house, I turn around one last time. In the window I saw a rose. A rose not like any other; this rose was a beauty. A burning beauty, a burning rose in flames one would not know how to describe. Looking in that window, I saw you standing there, burning rose and all.
1/9/2004
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