My best friend, and one of the most talented writers I personally know, recently started blogging. This is her latest poem. Do give it a read!
It isn’t your lips with the fragrance from roses, it’s your body bleeding from the thorns. It is when you don’t kill each other, and neither do you let each other live. It is not a colorful picture with chocolates in candle lights. It is the passionate one behind thick fumes of smoke.
Source: Roses Are Red,Thorns Are Black.