Sunday 29 November 2009 photo 2/2
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A rose is never red frome the begining, it has been coloured by blood.
Because the rose is a pure thing.
But when you take its pure white coulor away it gets turns and becomes a dangerous and sad flower.
It bilds a wall of leavs and turns around it so no one can reach it.
Probabely thats what you did to me.
You made me take the dagger and pull it through my heart, and made me bleed fore eternity.
I built a wall around me to save me frome the pain but the turns I had built it with was toring me and the poisson made me crazy.
Now im laying in my bed of turns and blood domed to never die just live in pain fore eternity.
I hate you over my entier body, but my heart belongs to you...
Annons