You get out of my life like you never said to me your secrets,
You get out like you never imagine having me beside you holding your hands,
You get out of my life like you never said your dreams having a family with me,
Boy, I know it's my mistake
But you go without telling me.
You shut your door,
And never open it again.
It's sad because we ended like that,
I'm sorry.
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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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