Of your heart
Is the symbol
Of love...
Perhaps
Is because
When we love
We bleed
Inside
Red like a rose
That cuts our hands
And yet
We insist
In carrying
Her
While her thorns
Encrust
Into our hands
Red...
Love is red
And we bleed
To death
For it...
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower... -
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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