Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
The thorns are exposed,
The petals are torn,
My thighs are bloody,
I'm filled with scorn.
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Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
