A bouquet of roses, thorns preventing my grip
Blood flows down my hands, seemingly like the beauty of a sunken ship
The unknown awaits me, does it hide a treasure
A risk I have to take between the pain and the pleasure
Thy eyes that are so cold hide a passionate fire
A person with an unfathomable beauty I admire
So strong yet so frail Thousands of mysteries yet to unveil
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
A bouquet of roses, thorns preventing my grip
Blood flows down my hands, seemingly like the beauty of a sunken ship
The unknown awaits me, does it hide a treasure
A risk I have to take between the pain and the pleasure
Thy eyes that are so cold hide a passionate fire
A person with an unfathomable beauty I admire
So strong yet so frail Thousands of mysteries yet to unveil
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