Blood flows down like a teardrop from my face. Slowly wraps my body shape. Red like mass of tulips blooming in Netherlands. She is whispering goodbyes to my body. Suddenly she breaks away from my skin. And that all, just for one rose and its thorns.
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Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
