Bed of Roses
You are not,
I thought you to be,
You are just a blend,
Of lost desires and forgotten dreams.
I wanted you to be with me,
But that naive girl,
Is now nowhere to be seen.
Life is not just a bed of roses,
It has its own thorns and all,
For now her heart never beats,
The way it did,
When she first saw you.
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