Days used to be daisies and spring time.
But now our hands tainted with crime.
Blood we were never really sure was there
We'd even live without a care.
But now we see that rain and savage has come
And the days that used to be daisies and spring is now gone and glum.
The beauty ruined in every drop of rain
And now our friendship has come down the drain.
Blinded by fame and by the own advice I gave
I told you to bring flowers and daisies to the grave.
But I never expected
That it would be our friendship's grave.
Written by:jme_28
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Little Red Notebook
Thơ caLiterature is mimetic. It mirrors our life stories and experiences. It narrates, expresses, records, catalyzes and influences us. Literature should be cathartic. Experience every emotion as you read through Little Red Notebook. Little Red Notebook...
