I remember how you makes me wait under the heat of the sun,
—in the winter season under the heavy rain,
—in the storm where heavy wind almost blown me away.I remember how you makes me crazy for you,
How you let me down in front of our friends,
How you slowly killing me,
And yet you're unaware.Then it's time for me to rest,
When I have to leave you,
For a good reason.
I want you to see my worth.So, I find someone else to prove to you that you're not the only man in the world.
I find someone who love me more than I love him.
—But then you get back to me because you can't bare to see me with anyone.
I accepted you because I still love you,
But it's not the same anymore.
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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.