Love is like a beautiful red rose @ first it's the most beautiful thing in the world. Then the petals starts to wilt. Now, all the petals have fallen it is nothing more then a wonderful memory that you can never have back. And when you go to throw it away and grab it by the thorns it pricks you. You bleed until there is know more blood to be whipped up so now not only is youre finger bloody but because the love is gone! ! Youre heart turns cold and the blood that once bled out of youre sad scared heart is frozen, locked away for all enternity neva to bleed again! !<br /><br />Christie Jennings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-hurts-32/
