Roses are red.
Hold up, I mean.
Roses were red.
Violents were blue.
Honey so sweet.
And so are you.
But now, the roses are shriveled.
The violents aren't blue.
All the flowers are gone.
And i will be too.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Silently | Poetry
Poesía❝ You cannot talk anything. You are dumb. Stay still even it hurt. No one would hear if you start saying something ❞ 『 My First Poetry Book 』 Start : 24 February 2019 End : 27 July 2019
