Jul 2010
This rose has far too many thorns.
Yet you insist on coming back for more.
Tearing your flesh, and bleeding upon the floor.
Just to hold such beauty in your hands.
This is insanity I cannot understand.
Yet you insist on coming back for more.
Tearing your flesh, and bleeding upon the floor.
Just to hold such beauty in your hands.
This is insanity I cannot understand.
well, i would love to write more for this, but i can never seem to think of anything else, though i bet as soon as i get this posted i'll think of more to add to it, haha. oh, and roses are very special to me for a number of reasons :)
