What Should I Call This? Poem by innocent rose
What Should I Call This?
</>Like a flower he picked her out of the girls
Taking care of her felt like his duty
No matter how many times her thornes made him bleed he still hung on to her
He was the sun she could touch
He was the moon that lit on its own
She always thought that the sweet water and love he gave would be enough for her to live for ever
And living happily ever was soon to be found
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