Roses are red,
Wine is also red.
Poems are hard.
Wine.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
Poems.
Roses are red,
Wine is also red.
Poems are hard.
Wine.
