The roses tell a story
A story of your life
Your life was beautiful
Beautiful till the end
The end was hell
was hell on your last night
your last night wasn’t all it seemed
it seemed to be amazing
amazing wasn’t how you felt…
you felt like dying
dying was your fashion
fashion wasn’t your style
your style wasn’t dying
dying was your passion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem