Roses are red, romances are blue, no one will forget this story about me and you.
Though, how could they forget the secrets we kept, the darkness we shared, and the sins we'll never repent?
Regardless, remember to raise your flower honey, show it to the moon like you promised.
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We are the roses. We bloom, We die, We come back. Will love last past one season? Or will it cease to exist when we pass? Is love strong enough to save you?
TW.... This story has a theme of death.
Now a published book.