❝ Love isn't a bed of roses, it's filled with thorns to create unhealable wounds and vines to kill. Thorns to pierce the heart and vines to restrict air to the lungs ❞
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
Love, Thorns, Vines And Roses
❝ Love isn't a bed of roses, it's filled with thorns to create unhealable wounds and vines to kill. Thorns to pierce the heart and vines to restrict air to the lungs ❞
