A rose is sweet and beautiful pure in all ways like you. The stem, covered in thorns rough and rigged as me but connected never letting go. The way I will never let go of you, for you are my Guardian Angel my sweet piece of heaven. My sweet perfection. I will forever love you till the day I die.
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
