Saturday, February 18, 2006
Roses are pretty
But they have thorns
Their smell is heavenly
But they are intriguing
My blood is warm
But it had turned cold
It flows freely
But it clot easily
My heart is beating
But it had stopped suddenly
It used to beat in a rhythm
But it is in frenzy
Roses are red
And my blood is too
My heart is red too
But not to you
With Y, 2/18/2006 07:00:00 PM
