ONEDAY I SAT AND CRIED WITH
 THE ROSE THAT YOU BOUGHT.
I PICKED MY 1ST PETAL WHILE
SAYING TRUE LOVE OR NOT.

THE SUN WAS SO HOT THATDAY 
I LOVED HOW IT FELT.
IT REMINDED ME OF WHEN I WAS
 LITTLE BY HOW IT FEELS NOW.

I LOOKED ALL AROUND ME 
WHILE WHISPERING INSIDE.
TELLING GOD IF THERES LOVE
TO LET THIS ROSE BE A SIGN.

SO I PICKED THE 2ND PETAL AS 
I SAID HE LOVES ME NOT.
THEN I PULLED THE 3RD ONE 
I FELT THIS TINY DROP.

I KEPT PULLING EACH PETAL 
WHILE  HAVING A FEW LEFT.
ANOTHER DROP FELL ON ME AS 
IT CAME TO AN END.

WHILE PICKING THE LAST PETAL
WITH IT BEING HE LOVES ME NOT.
RAIN CAME POURING DOWN ON ME 
AS I NOTICED MINE HAD STOPPED.

I PICKED UP NALL THE PETALS AND
CARRIED THEM BACK.
HANDED HIM ONE BY ONE WITH THE 
STEM BEING THE LAST.

AS HE GRABBED THE STEM HE 
PRICKED HIS FINGER BY A THORN.
HE BLED FOR A BIT AS HE SAID
WHAT'S THIS FOR.

I SAID THIS ROSE IS A SIGN OF
MY LAST TEAR FOR YOU.
AS I TURNED AND WALKED AWAY 
I NOTICED THE RAIN STOPPING TO.

THE END 

BY :REBECCA ELIZABETH PINEDA