Roses On My Chest
The rose’s on my chest keep on growing.
When that knife touched my heart where she once belonged.
We were finally one. my last breaths are still meant for her this is the most hellish, painfulest and
heavenliest, . feeling ever owned.
As i leave this earth i leave her.
This is not the way i want to leave but by her hand,
i once held is the only way i wish to leave
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