Jul 2020
With every Rose 🌹
There is a thorn
Scent to your nose
In the early morn
And when you love someone so deep
And they don’t really know
They’re just asleep
You just have to go
It was only lust
He didn’t care
You lost your trust
And he didn’t share!
The love just wasn’t there!
There is a thorn
Scent to your nose
In the early morn
And when you love someone so deep
And they don’t really know
They’re just asleep
You just have to go
It was only lust
He didn’t care
You lost your trust
And he didn’t share!
The love just wasn’t there!
Fiction really but I guess we can identify this juxtaposition! In my 60 years I can briefly encounter brief memories many years ago in my youth!
(65/F/Calverton)
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