Rose
Rose, my flower friend,
Her hair dark as obsidian,
Her jeans worn and torn,
She sees the world through-
rose colored glasses.
Edward
Scissors and topiary,
Quiet as a mouse,
Hair spiked with mousse,
Gloomy eyes dark as ebony,
Our dear Edward.
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Poetry
PoetryI decided to publish some poetry I've written over the course of 2 days, however I will add more. Do keep in mind i'm a poetry noob, so there might be some things wrong :D
