Roses :) 

The roses you gave me 

Now live in my pages 

They are all black and dry now 

But I will smell them for ages

When I held them for first time 

It’s thorn gave me a mark

But I smiled with blood in my hand 

Never wanted to make this love dark 

That’s why I never told you 

That I am good at letting go 

Because I don’t wanna watch your dead roses 

And pray some how they will grow.

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