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Rose Red
by Sage B.
copyright 12-14-2005


Age Rating: 4 to 127

  Rose Red
Picture Credits: http://Artattack.to

You changed my fairytale,
For I was trapped in the tale of "Rose".
I was Rose Red.
The wild girl,
The one who could run forever,
and speak until she was flushed and couldn't breathe.

Then there was her,
Rose White, my sister.
The pale and beautiful,
Fragile and quiet woman,
whom all men dreamed about.

No one glanced at me.
Besides her rejects,
The ones who used me to get to her.

White was always on stage,
On the pedestal.
I was hidden in the corner,
Pushed out of the way,
Scribbling down poems,
Trying to be better than her.

Then as we ran one day,
From all the fans.
Deeper our breath,
Faster our feet.
Then we tripped.

We fell over a man,
He was injured,
Close to death.
White stared in awe,
Saying how beautiful he was.

We brought him to Whites' palace.
White nursed him to life in her huge room,
While I read your poems,
In my bohemian silk covered room,
Falling in love with your words.

White ran away with her dead lover.
Only after she tried to destroy my love with you.
As I was left alone,
With your words and mine.

Only to be rescued months later,
By a man with a huge heart,
who slowly fed me love.
Who changed the ending to my fairytale.
Who helped me tell my own.


(to my loving Justin, (viloe ouy)


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02-06-2006 Ashley G.    

Sad story.But very descriptive.Some good things turn to horror.But then turns to great life.Everything becomes as good and as great as it was before.
-Ashley-


12-15-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This is a sad story with a great ending. White may have been pretty, but red is the best instead. You sound so sweet and Justin is a lucky boy to have found you. I wish you the best, Anthony


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