Someone once told me that love is like a flower. But what kind of flower exactly?
For me it's a red rose.
Sweet,mesmerising..warm on the outside.
But when you lay your fingers on it, you must be gentle and delicate or you'll get hurt.
Yes. Love is exactly like a red rose.
And my fingers have yet to stop bleeding..
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Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
