Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You only ever loved you.
I'm tired of saying,
"I love you too".
I'm tired of staying.
So now I'll say,
"Goodbye to you".
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Occupational Hazard
Poesiajust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
