Roses are red ,violets are blue ,they are so sweet ,and they are mine to keep( plz star don't come after me if you take that to offense😅) "August" is theirs and April is mine it is so true that there is no contract to sign be careful when you talk to them they get really flustered hey what're you lookin at buster? I end this short poem with a special thanks to this person who inside my heart has a special place.
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For my vrchat friends
PoetryThese are poems based off of each of my closest friends on vr (or more than friends😏)