Violets are blue,
Rose's are red,
Your window was open,
I'm right on your bed,
Bruises are blue,
Your blood is red,
Your intestine's in one hand,
I'm certain now your dead.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
Love
Violets are blue,
Rose's are red,
Your window was open,
I'm right on your bed,
Bruises are blue,
Your blood is red,
Your intestine's in one hand,
I'm certain now your dead.
