Without you,
I smile more, and I cry less.
I love more, and I hurt less.
I relax more, and I stress less.
I enjoy more, and I worry less.
Without you,
I finally found myself.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
