Love is fresh like a rose
In misty morning.Only if you keep it pure and don't leave it to die for too long, if you forget about it love dies and withers and it's not a beautiful, when love dies you have nothing left to admire and follow from, love is like a rose... it can wither and live in a heartbeat if you let it.
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love and hate
PoetrySomeday you'll cry for me like I cried for you someday you'll miss me like I missed you someday you'll need me like I needed you someday you'll love me but I won't love you
