Our love is toxic.
It blooms like a rose.
With petals of beautiful crimson red,
And thorns sharp like the point of a dagger.
"You must be cautious when picking roses,
Or you will end up bleeding."
Is what I told myself before I met you.
...
But your beauty was irresistible to me.
I chose you without remembrance
of my own words.I let you into my life.
And you tore through my skin.
Leaving scars that would never disappear.
Marks that will never fade.
And memories that could never be erased.
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ŞiirHello reader! Just to let you know, this isn't really a "book" but more of a place for me to speak my mind. To pour my heart and thoughts out. This is a safe place for all people. I sincerely hope that you enjoy my writing! Now, let's see the world...