This poem is short, sweet, dark, and delightfully twisted =] I love the way my mind works...
pick some for your mother
and pray they don't prick her finger or her heart,
because blood roses are a sure sign of the Devil
and thorns can kill the best of them...
These are some of my random thoughts and poems. Everything on this page is 100% me! Hope you enjoy. :)
But I promise I'll try
Hold me in your arms like a cocoon
Make me your butterfly
Monday, February 8, 2010
...Said The Wolfe to Little Red
Posted by Lola, The Dreamer. at 12:24 AM
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