Everytime I'm calling you by your name,
Know that it's not you that I need,
Know that I was only bored,
Because I know you are like them,
You want me to lame on you,
You used to say you love me,
I pretend I love you too,
You pretend you love me too.
YOU ARE READING
Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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