I want to be worthy
of red roses
I want to be told
of red roses
promises
of recognition
I want tears
to wash away
the pain
not to be
harbingers
of storms
unspent
I want those
that miss me
to tell me
so then
the missing
is changed
I never
wanted anything
materialistic
as much
as I want
this things
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