"Rose" is a name of flower that belongs to her
Fragrance makes me think of her over and over
Those blushy cheeks and the innocent smile of yours
Are killing me slowly and deeply every hours
Songs that you hum to me, always put me to sleep
Those unknown melody feels like a jumping sheep
But dear, losing you will be the cause of my death
O every movements of yours, takes away my breath
You are the person who kisses children goodnight
You are the rare diamond that only shines bright
My flower, dont fly away and give me goodbye
You are my great song who sings me the lullaby
But little do they know, this is not who you are
She's a page of her book that is ripped and on fire
Do these people admire you, knows youre torn apart?
Or do they only see the good side of one's art?
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HELLCOME (story and poem)
HorrorPoems and stories about how cruel the world is. Life situations that may or may not be helpful for you ∆ contains darkness ∆ We got a story that might fit the dark imagination of yours Stories that might trigger some criminals out there #1st in dark...
