

.Pained Heartache of The Rose'I hold the rose he gave away.Pained Heartache of The Rose'
To the girl I wished to be.
In the fullest bloom of May,
He picked the rose I'd never see.
Its blood red petals,
How silky are their touch
As they taste my tears of metall
That have fell too much.
My grief began when he,
Out of impulse of himself,
Took the girl i>I
Kay colored
...noxt time I come over, I'm forcing you to add some of your wicked cool pictures, m'kay?
and don't say they suck, because they sure as heck don't... [compared to mine, at least... ]
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