Is the red on my roses love or blood?
Is the love you give me here to stay or simply a flood?
If this is your love why are there so many thorns?
When you leave, the world goes quiet, and I'm the only one who mourns.
Maybe it's love or maybe my blood dripping.
But I guess someone like me couldn't even tell the difference.
- Alice
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Loneliness in love
PuisiThis book in an ongoing collection of poems that i write on lonely nights :)
