You.
Remind me of a rose.
Beautiful.
Colorful.
On the outside.
But one touch of a torn.
I bleed.
Really.
Youre not a rose.
You're the torn on the rose.
You hurt me.
But its fine.
I never liked.
Roses.
YOU ARE READING
no regrets just love
Poetryis it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
