Lay me down on this bed I made for myself
of each and every rose you've ever given me
I'm ready to feel the love and the pain
I'm ready to ignore, play make believe
a kiss for each cut, a high for all your lows
You're just so beautiful, but there's a thorn for every rose
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Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
