LIES Series - LIES sweet

LIES Series - LIES sweet




The smell of the fragrant rose

Held tight on my hand, stem and thorns

The sweet perfume of pain

Sugars of blood, flowing from my vein




A smile born not in vain

A teardrop trickle down my feint

It hurts, I know

But I laughed it off, ow




For you, my love

A flower of blood

Blooming crimson,

like the brightest rose

From the heart,

where the thorn ambrose




Sweet, sweet, paradise

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