
Like a rose,
Love is beautiful
When it is alive.
Blooming,
Bright,
Filling the air
With a sweet fragrance,
As it spreads its petals.
But when it dies,
It dries,
Becoming brittle,
Eventually turning black
And falling apart.
23 September 2008
Like A Rose ~!
♥ K e L s at 4:41 PM
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2 comments:
who gave u those? lol...
A Jerk! HeHe!
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