These dead roses,
ache as bad as my
heart did for you
but theses roses are
withered and dried up
there was no water
left for them
just like there was
no love left for us
and your heart is
withered and dried up, too
as our garden fade
in the heat of the sun
VOUS LISEZ
roses
Poésieー dried roses was bad. Nothing of his love left for me. I thank him bc i learn how to love and take care of me. I said: "I still love you"
