Aug 2016
White roses
began to grow
on the places
where you
left thorns
Only the red
rose on my
heart never
healed.
Drops of blood
are still dripping
from it
while her dried
petals start to fall...
began to grow
on the places
where you
left thorns
Only the red
rose on my
heart never
healed.
Drops of blood
are still dripping
from it
while her dried
petals start to fall...
(F/Where the roses wilt)
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