Roses are red
Violets are blue
It hurts in head
And in heart too
Pain that indured
Sucks when new
It's feelings that's fake
When he leaves you
Roses starts to wither
Violets turns to gray
It's never that better
When heart is break
He always hurts her
As her heart is staked
It was now a broken line
As bruises are made
Roses have died
Violets turned to dust
Scars was hide
As there's pain so much
His sweetest lies
Will never last
Memories that flies
Are burned with match
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PoetryI shut it up and wrote it down These words that are hard to pronounce I count to three and keep it in me Until the words cut me badly I closed it up and threw it away The words I want to let out but couldn't say So I keep quiet and remained silent B...
