Red is the rose
and the fire
and the blood
Yellow is the sun
and a song
Green is the grass
and the shine in the glass
and the luck of experiencing it all
Why would a girl
with curls in her hair
cry in such a world?
A world of beauty,
a case of life,
a bloom of creativity?
The answer is simple,
though you might not know
~the boy who broke her heart~
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The Way Love Shouldn't Go
Poetrylove sucks. face it. except if you have a steady relationship filled with complete honesty... ;-D (not)