Roses are red,
sometimes im thinking,
about people what think I'm lying,
about being hurt,
because they see me,
laughing.
But actually,
I laugh to keep,
myself from crying
YOU ARE READING
Roses are red
PoetryRoses are red. Violets are blue. I though Voldemort was ugly. „But then I saw you" 28.2 1. populární ~ poezie
