Roses are red,
I'm feeling blue
My heart won't beat without you.
Lilies are white
Maybe I'll fight
But without you, I feel fright.
Daisies are yellow
You don't have halo
But you're like an angel playing cello.
Tulips are pink
You're my ink
Without you, I can't draw our link.
Dalias are orange
It feels like strange
If you're out of range.
Withered flowers are black
I'm now out of luck
You left me shocked.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
Poetry"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
