Apart from him

by Bittersweet Sundown   Nov 9, 2006


Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I'd grow him a garden,
if I thought it would do.

But I know that it won't,
because he deserves more.
And maybe that's why
I'm not his anymore.

So I'll give him his space,
because that's what he needs.
No it isn't a race,
I just don't want to bleed.

And i dont like that we're apart,
I hope i'm still in his heart,
cause I'll keep him in mine,
'til the ending of time...

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