Roses, roses, roses
It's always that – but what of us?
The lilies, the orchids
We promise we make no fuss
Roses, and blood, and roses, roses
But what of golden?
The bright – the lively
It's always the roses
Are we of the unwisely?
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PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
It's always the roses
Roses, roses, roses
It's always that – but what of us?
The lilies, the orchids
We promise we make no fuss
Roses, and blood, and roses, roses
But what of golden?
The bright – the lively
It's always the roses
Are we of the unwisely?