When love found me
It came like a rose.
Red as her eyelids,
Soft as her lips.
...
Never Again, Love
When love found me
It came like a rose.
Red as her eyelids,
Soft as her lips.
The rose bloomed...
But the thorns drank deep.
They bled me dry.
Love?
Love is a curse.
I hope it never finds me again.