I Don'T Break Hearts For a Living
How I miss the way we kissed-
Our lips were locked and laced with bliss
So why did our Love end like this?
Never to be the way we had wished...
Of sorrowed Hearts, to lament and mourn,
Borrowed Hopes in Truth to burn
The Rose of Love is thick with thorns:
So when I'm pricked, so then I've learned
*Every Rose has It's Thorn Contest
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