You,
You're beautiful,
But you're just like roses,
Beautiful,
But dangerous,
That is why I like peonies,
Not roses,
Why?
Because roses are majestic,
But it's dangerous
Peonies are beautiful outside,
But is also pure and loving inside,
My mother used to say,
Love is like cigarettes,
Dangerous but addictive,
Just like cigarettes,
I am addicted to you,
The you who used to love me,
Who tasted like strawberries and cigarettes,
The you who will give me a piece of your heart,
The you whom I waited for years,
The you who is lost in wonderland..
