Rose Robbins - Story
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Story copyright Rose Robbins He's walking away Blood in her pretty hair She just lies there Eyes closed After he goes Later in the bathroom She washes her face It must have been my fault He's just trying to put me in my place Down to the kitchen For a glass of wine Don't worry about me I'll be fine She's drifting away And no one knows why In the blue sky So high Waiting to die Out in the garden A new flower grows Delicate and lovely A pale yellow rose There in the sunshine He opens the gate He's come to say he's sorry He's too late He's saying he's sorry Too late