Wednesday, February 4, 2015

rose.





Because my love is like rose.
It may be beautiful now.
But my sharp thorns ill hurt you. 
It also may be fragrant. 
But the closer you get, the more I'll hurt you.
Forgive me.
But if you want my heart, you need to take my pain too. 
Because you will be pricked by my thorns someday. 
My past teach me a lot.
Because I afraid to love.
Because I afraid to lose. 
Because my love isn't for second.
It is forever x.