My little traffic wasn't so little now. My name resounded in the isolated streets when night fell. Her eyes begged me to stop. So I bought red roses. Two for forgiveness, they said. "Red like blood" was all she whispered, before throwing them.
Asking for forgiveness with the intention of making the same mistake doesn't seem to be sincere. I know. Purpose, I promise you I've always been.
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Black Rose
PoezjaOur first time made me feel like I was tasting a forbidden fruit. The company of stars and the moon as witness, that night lasted an eternity. And I knew at that moment how it feels to be at home. She deserved better than me. But she chose to stay...
