Monday, January 17, 2011
Complacited Love
Roses are red
with prickly thorns
Pretty till dead
And then you mourn
Flames are bright
And dangerous too
Sporadic fight
It's always new
Flame is a glow
Roses are bright
Please don't let go
For you I'll fight
Posted by MyLifeInShambles at 7:37 PM
Labels: Love, Relationship
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