They said I was most <br />Beautiful <br />That I was beautiful as a rose <br />That is what I did, I grew <br />Blue Roses <br />I would bring them to town <br />On wagon of my own <br />Then came that fateful day when… <br />CRASH! <br />I was knocked unconscious <br />Went to town <br />Face Mangled <br />To start a new life as <br />Rebecca Snail <br />To die a <br />Nothing <br />Lie down with me <br />My Blue Rose.<br /><br />lost soul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elizabeth-lake/
