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Roses

Roses
November 13, 2014

This love I feel

     Is like the thorns of a rose

     It's a pain none can steal

     But roses are nothing without those

They hurt you 'til you bleed

     But you hold on to it

     It's part of the destiny of its seed

     But you think the pain is worth it

I don't know if this is masochism

     'Cos I want to get fond of the pain

     It's an unbearable mechanism

     But I have loved it and I will again and again