The roses I'm painting are dying red,
Her beauty is blinding as it's binding,
Just lie me in a six feet under bed.
His love for me is slowly subsiding.
The hats you make are intoxicating,
Which way do I go this cat is very strange,
Your mind is slowly deteriorating.
This cat is talking I might be deranged.
Her spell on his heart is becoming deice,
The queen that he fell for is killing us.
This chapter in the book is now finished
Now let us begin in another story.
A/N: Hello! I'm sorry for not posting in a while(again). I writing a new (short-ish) story and I may or may not publish it but if I do I hope y'all will like it. I'll work on another poem/descriptive writing to keep y'all entertained if I don't post it. -Kitty
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Poems and Prose
PoetryI write this on a single thought that this will be good enough to satisfy your mind and your wonder I present to you with pleasure my poems...
