

February Roses WitherThe concrete floor where you used to lie... Is empty like this hole in my chest.. The sun setting...Feburary's near its end... And I don't even know myself anymore... It's like giving a few hundred roses... But I'm thinking of so much more...like giving you the world... last chance to get this right.. I hope that for tonight.. you'll find the words to say to me.. I cant say im alright... for this knife doesn't feel any better... Maybe giving up is better... But this broken-hearted past, wont mend any soon... Thanks to cold and biting dawn...Of the 29th February... &February Roses Wither
by ~NullVoiD
by ~AyameFataru
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Thanx again
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