Tag: rose


Guilty mornings of breathing afternoons of warmth nights of beautiful scars eyes seeing each blinking star. They are you reminding me to continue believing that life has not ceased instead taken an extended vacation to prepare our bed to breathe in, warm to kiss…


Amore she wanted the stars an occasional rose got dark corners in bars gave her heart freely watched as it got ripped apart. Amore a wish she carried around like a purse but it was filled up by losers a curse. One night when…

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