A thousand thorns prick my skin
My patience is now wearing thin.
Misfortune, and a whole lot of pain
Is what I wish for those
Who take away what remains
Of my beautiful dead rose.
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Lamentations Of The Heart (Poetry)
PoetryA warm hand holds mine Our beating hearts intertwine However cold the world may be Our love will keep us aflame, baby. This book is made up of my original poems. I hope you like it!
