He reminds me of the Rose.
The memory wiped away as the colour drains.
The way his eyes pierce mine,
As he gives me that harsh cold look
It's as of he has forgotten
About the life inside
The details of the Rose
That were once
That once belonged.
The way that you used to look at me
The way I felt my heart flip
I wish you would know how
And give me my kind Rose back.
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You must scroll down!!! Hi I am Beth and I enjoy synchro and am writing a series about my dreams. I got introduced to it by my BFF @ETCFG and am addicted to opuss now. Kik me cebical. It is a random name to let you know and I randomly wanted something beginning with a c
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