Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You love me and
I love you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You left me,
But I still love you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can't seem
To get over you.
Roses are red,
Violets are red,
The floor is red,
And my wrists are too.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
