Roses are red
Violets are blue
I can hurt you
And you can hurt me too
We hurt each other every day
Oblivious in the words we say
Unaware how we make each other cry
And that terrible feeling of: I want to die
What if we all talked love and peace
And all the hurt and pain suddenly ceased
Perhaps, even, we could be friends
Maybe all it takes is a hand to lend
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Rebel Child
PoetryPoems about feminism, the world, and basically anything that comes to my head. :)
