A rose holds the delicacy of a new
born baby just like it can wilt at...
(second part to the poem...
Shoot and run,
drop him to the floor, make him cry, for your boys...
Heres a story of a shorty whose life was left in...
but heres the beginning of the story: drugs,sex...
A broken heart is your own fault, for you always say you know the consequences to love but yet you always seem to fall.... |
Losing love, |