Notice of absence from Jay-Lee Jane
just returned after losing my love for writing
just returned after losing my love for writing
Roses are red,
Roses are poison,
Cupids arrow in my heart,
Stabs like a scorpion.
Roses are red,
Thorns are fatal,
A prick of the skin,
You’re mentally unstable.
Roses are red,
Their petals decaying,
Yet we listen to the siren:
Symphony of painful death waiting.
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Author:
JJ Jane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2022 22:46
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I'm thinking chocolates won't do the trick here. In saying that, I sort of like this.
Bahaha, thank you
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