• wrotethosefeelings 209w

    Even the sun take some hours to appear for the next time,
    And, I was there for you whenever you felt sad and was not fine.
    The rose was the thing I gave you,
    The thorns were something you search, saw and chose.
    Unaware thorns are always with rose?
    Gone are the days I used to sleep taking your name,
    Now, I'm gonna hate you even if you appear in my dream.