Roses arent just red
Violets aren't really that blue
When I get home all I want to do is lay in my bed
And stare at my celling without a clue
But you make me stop, and think about all the things youve said
You make me cry you make me blush you make me all kinds of stuff
So I smile and thank you for all the weird things you do
Cause without you who knew who'd Id be without my friend with me.
(Do you guys remember the poems that go abab? Its a pattern like that :) mine goes ababcde) ok luv u .
YOU ARE READING
Poems!
Poetrythis is bad but I like to uhm, idk yknow? idk Im never done venting <3
