Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Night is black,
And my heart is dead.
Sugar is sweet
but honey is sweeter.
Love is great
But hate has been greater.
Nobody knows pain of lover,
Nor they know pain of coward.
They judge and they fight,
Until one dies and other cries.
Tears are the scars, that has
Never been cried.
No wonder, that we are so dark.
Cause roses are dead
And violets are dull.
Night has been scattered
And hearts has been shattered.
Sugarbowl's empty.
And honey is missing.
Love has been gone,
And hate has been spread.
Lover is broken
And coward has run,
To the darkest parts of night
Where no one can judge, nor they can fight,
Till one dies and other cries.
Tears have been cried,
And they left scars.
No wonder we never talk out loud.
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POETRY
Poetryits just poetry I write when I need to release all the feelings I have which means depression and all the sad stuff cover is mine.
