He hands me a rose
With a cheeky grin
And I smile from my soul
Because he probably stole that rose,
And I'm just now realizing
How skilled of a thief he is.
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Stardust
PoesíaPoetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya b...
