Red Roses
Red roses,
as red as my blood.
Where where you,
when I needed you?
Where were you,
when I cried for you?
I have nothing to remind,
remind of you.
Roses,
red roses,
as red as my heart.
My heart,
filled with pain and sorrow,
I miss you.
Roses,
red roses,
the last thing,
that reminds me of you.
as red as my blood.
Where where you,
when I needed you?
Where were you,
when I cried for you?
I have nothing to remind,
remind of you.
Roses,
red roses,
as red as my heart.
My heart,
filled with pain and sorrow,
I miss you.
Roses,
red roses,
the last thing,
that reminds me of you.
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| the angel: | Zaterdag, april 18, 2009 18:37 |
| It would be stupid to say that I''m feeling the same thing, cauze everyones pain is different..But the roses in your poem reminded me of the pain i''m feeling in my own heart.. hold on.. | |
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| Auteur: lost demon in death | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 maart 2008 | ||
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