Red roses really are romantic.
Roses are real rich in regret
Love and lust look like lily's laced
Lying and losing that last lost locket
Dreams differ with debating and death
Days don't dare set dates for the dead
These thoughts stopped to torture and tread.
What am I to do with what I've read.
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
