roses are red
violets are blue
i am me and
you are you
but you made me do things i didn't want to do
you relay hurt my if i even irritated you
you would beat me black and blue
until flashing lights of red and blue came looking for you
you twisted it to say i was the one abusing you
but when you realise i'm not just in a hospitable bed
now you have to live with the guilt of me being dead
YOU ARE READING
its not right
Poetrya book of poems that are about things i dont think are right at allllllllllllllllllllll leave a comment if you want a subject off your chose written about