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Poetry

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Roses

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by itsaaron73

by itsaaron73

You made me unique roses

you are my unique rose

you cause me pain when I hold you because of your thorns

but I like the pain

Why do I like this pain?

I'm supposed to be happy with you since you are my rose

I am happy with you...

I am not happy with myself..

Roses die in 7 years

What If we live longer then that?

What am I saying?

I don't even know

I love you but I love her still...

You both are my roses making me cut and bleed whenever I pick up the memories we have made

There was one rose before you

But you are my rose now and I will love you forever

With this other rose still in my mind