Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Oh she is a rose in the shape of thorns
So wild and vivacious 
A force to beckoned
So dangerous and hollow
A crimson appearance 
Blood runs slowly
Over her victims faith
Love is not something to conquer 
But of to share
She seizes the chance
And makes a move 
She stings like a bee
With a heart of gold
Her hands grow cold

----------more coming!-----------
Hey guys!
I know I just got back to writing and all
But there is something is wrong with my wrist right now
I'm literally typing this with my left hand and allowing
Only my right hand minimum movement, I will be back in a day or two if it doesn't hurt
I strained it past its limit
 by doing art,homework,writing,and typing
I will totally write and update every story!

From,
Melojelo