Every Rose Has Its Thorn

When I think about you
It’s hard to imagine a world unlike you
The world changes every moment
Your kiss turns into a flower
I paint a rose, red with green thorns
It smells just like you, lover.

Paolo Driussi

 FOREVER YOURS

Now that you have left,

We are  empty lifeless flames.

My hate stopped once I realized

We are in the same boat.

Never feeling complete, 

Always empty. 

Paolo Driussi