' Roses are red, violets are blue
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.
Now the roses has wilted, the violets are dead
the sugar bowl's empty, and my wrist are stained red. '
- Shelby Lynn
With one simple lie can Love Bloom?
From darkness can there be light?
Can confusion turn into realization?
Can hatred turn to love?
This is a Julian and Gwen story.
Hope you guys like it.