The rose you gave me is blooming with love.
Just...because..
I loved it and took care of it, like I did with you.
Thankful that you love me to.
Counting the memories, I left inside my mind.
The ones I will never share.
The ones I left behind.
Because I have cared.
When the rose dies.
I will uncover your lies.
I'm waiting for things to die down.
What goes around, comes around.
That's what they say.
I'm not okay..
The thorns on the branch of the rose hurts.
Oh how you flirt..
I'm not closing my eyes to this.
I'm wiping away the lies from your lips.
I'm counting on your truth.
And with holding the news.
Sometimes you just got to choose.
Live through yes..or admit the truth.
©terrylin53
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