pedals in the wind
love is a timeless exspense,
lost in broken sins and innocense,
full of red roses in vases with,
all the memories captured that seemd to be left in it,
love beholds emotions that tend to capture each second,
it can bring you low or high within every time you feel less it,
it is what you make it, its simply your perspective,
but dont get lost in the smile and tears collected,
when you take the risk to love your vulnarable when you fall,
because love is enough to make you lost within it all,
holding on to that crinckled rose becuase your to stuburn to say you miss her,
so you let go and watch the pedals flow down the river,
with the moon right above you you cant seem to escape,
so you end up loosing yourself trying to drink the pain away,
you will always remember how she was with you now whes the pedals in the wind,
and each memory in your mind repeats over and over again.
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