The last rose on the bush.
Why am I all alone,was I not good enough?
The rest were picked and clipped,but here I am all alone.
I tryed my hardest to be the best.
I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted.
I did all that I could,but here I sit all alone.
The last rose on the bush.
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laydbak1 commented on The last rose on the bush.
06-14-2009
- The worst gut-wrenching feeling in the world is the strong desire to be noticed in a crowd, yet blend in as though you weren't even there... This is a good metaphore of the plain jane syndrome...
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snowdove commented on The last rose on the bush.
05-31-2009
- awe.. i feel the same as you do. sadness of being left out , sucks it does, wish we all could be picked. it would be nice. good poem
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