Random Poems

Anonymous

Roses are red, violets are blue,
You think you know who I am, but do you?
Blood is painted with red, and the tears of my eyes are blue too.
If you actually were worried, I would be able to tell the truth.
Your eyes are made of gold and so is the sea in your hair, which is also black, brown, and mixed with thoughts untrue. Why does my soul have to pour into the likes of you?