My merriment lies on thee but despair is more than it. My hopes lies on thee but prejudice is what you give. What shall I do? Tell me love.
Roses have thrones. I picked the beautiful red ones but its beauty was ephemeral so its thrones persisted nailing on me; sucking on my veins until the withered flora was coloured again. Flora covered in blood red.
I smiled at its beauty but the pain never went.
Pain took over– sucking till my veins went dry. I went white; my heart shrivelled and beholding the red rose that– i still adored; I died.
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Lost Promise
RomancePain, happiness, heat of the moment, surge of unclear emotions, sweet pain and lot of ups and downs- love is really a thing. Totally outrageous, self-righteous and self-centered -Joey-a 17 year old girl with lot of secrets. Is she really the person...
