You give me love like no other.
In my wild heart,
You make roses bloom.
And you dare to paint them red,
And call it love.
YOU ARE READING
Culaccino
PoetryCulaccino~a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass. Last summer, You said you love me, You said you'll be there forever. Last summer, We held hands, We kissed. Now summer's gone, You too. If we ever see again, All I'll ever say is, Reme...
