Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

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My blood is red

This bruise is blue

You don't love me

I hate you too.

You broke my arm

And broke my heart

You spilled my blood

And called it art.

My soul is shattered

My spirit broken

And you dont listen

My words unspoken.

So you take the gun

And insert the bullet

Aim at my head

Say 'bye' and you pull it.

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