Roses

by brittny   Aug 1, 2006


Love is like a rose, some petals die and fall forever and others stay in full color, filling hearts with happiness as for the others they decompose and deep a wound so deep that it could never be healed. They leaved you confused maybe even lost for years. Then the new love restores that fear some have to love again.

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