She's so Pretty,
Like the Rose beside my
Bedside,
How could she love a Beast,
Like me?
And until,
The Last Petal,
Is falling.
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
