Red Rose

19 13 remember
By winterfall we become one
I'll be the thorns around you
You'll be my joy
Until the world stops ticking-
Two outcasts fit for each other.
We'll count down the stars with each last breath,
Winking away and we'll be laughing until we're dead.
With my lips on yours in my head.
I'll see you again.
Until then, rest, my love, my friend!

poem by Eon Ezkiel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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