Dec 26 2008
A red rose is a disgusting thing
A red rose
is a disgusting thing.
oh and love,
same.
you ask me questions
and don’t know the answers,
you know my heart is knotted.
between you and flying away.
but you know, if i want to go
that i’ll hold on to you before leaving
and the weight
of all your bullshit
will make us crash.
we die.
it’s a disgusting thing,
it’s a red rose,
but we’ll be together.
and that’s love,
all the same.
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