My life is a rose / With thorns that prick, / Again and again, / And cause bleeding. / With leaves that are mostly green, / But many others brown, / Deceased and decaying. / But, after each of those t…
I’m the one that always kisses you. / Only I tend to say you’re my “boo”. / We talk every day, / But I’ve yet to see the day / That you take the initiative and give me a …
Wherefore art thou you? / This feeling that makes me blue / Is killing me slowly, / But growing surely. / At first, what overtook me was denial. / I tried, but failed, not to fall for that sexy smile.…