Rose, Rose, Rosemary, Rose.
Where are you now?
Every night I think of you
And no one can appose.
You were there then you weren't.
Now tell me rosemary rose,
Where are you now?
YOU ARE READING
Poems That Speak From The Soul
PoetryLong ago my heart was full of life and love. Now it's full of depression and despair. These poems I write are what I feel. So enjoy this craziness that I feel. ~Candy {Not part of the Marvel Kids.}
