
Sharp pains,
like knife blades
Your words felt like a bad dream
that I wasn't having.
Sweet kisses
and lovely red roses
died,
along with my love for you.
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Sharp pains, like knife blades Your words felt like a bad dream that I wasn't having.
Sweet kisses and lovely red roses died,
along with my love for you.
Author notesPic Credit: http://bezman.deviantart.com/art/3-dead-but-beautiful-roses-2643980 A contest entry
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