Don't give a damn for roses.
I don't believe in your love.
Tread on this bed of roses.
I don't believe in your love.
Don't give a fuck for roses.
Loving you was bleeding.
So I had to break away.
Darkness stretching out it's hand.
To save me from your sway.
Cause loving you was wasting.
Loving you was pain.
Now angel of temptation.
Open up the gate.
Cause loving you was wasting.
Poetry by Louise. J
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 15:19
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