The roses smell so sweet in winter,
That's what my mother told me,
In a land so far away,
You'll find a garden in winter lay,
With roses that smell as sweet as the honey dripping lace,
And are coloured as red as the blood trickling down her face.
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The Woes of Sarah
PoetryCollection of poems, sad and sweet This is an unlimited poem collection I will keep updating poems here, you'll find happy, sad, lovely, cruel poems here. All your teenage emotions written out in one whole poem collection. Note: all images used are...