Anonoymous
- Love Hurts
Sometimes I wish that love was never existing. It is like a rose. It smells divine, however, if you make a wrong move, you get pricked by its deadly thorns. Love is toyed around too much, why can't today's generation have an ever growing love that burns eternally?
Anonoymous
- Love Hurts
Sometimes I wish that love was never existing. It is like a rose. It smells divine, however, if you make a wrong move, you get pricked by its deadly thorns. Love is toyed around too much, why can't today's generation have an ever growing love that burns eternally?
