Blood Roses
The Rose is blood
and it's in the mud
It waits for rain
So it can release its pain
No one can understand because they are a dud
and needs a thud
Even if it's in vain
Buts it's all in the brain
There is a flood
But it's all cold blood
The roses were drained
and are back being sane
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Pointless Poetry (Poems)
诗歌Though I am probably bad at poetry, I thought I could share some of mine. Please enjoy
