Damn the Roses
By silver
It lingers like the smoke, Of yesterdays bonfire. We burned all the carnations, Meant for valentines day. We laughed as the smoke rose, we have love enough between us, Why do we need a flower too? Damn the roses, They look pretty, But eventually they fade. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 12:18 PM PST 0 • 10
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