pure love is like a rose
it will grow when watered
and wilt when the day runs dry
it wont last forever
but for a moment
it will exist
eventually there will come a time
where thorns so delicate will grow
they will mask themselves
so even the pain resembles bliss
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
pure love is like a rose
it will grow when watered
and wilt when the day runs dry
it wont last forever
but for a moment
it will exist
eventually there will come a time
where thorns so delicate will grow
they will mask themselves
so even the pain resembles bliss
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