Roses are Red,
Violets are blue.
Cupcakes are sweet,
And so are you.
The sun will set,
The moon will rise.
Ever since we'd met,
I'd been dreading your demise.
You are my sun,
And I am your moon.
Without you, I am shunned.
I won't shine anytime soon.
My love, why must you go?
Why am I forced to stay?
I feel as if life is my foe
Because it took you away.
Now I am alone,
And you must be, too.
The seeds of sorrow are sown,
But I will always love you.
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The Book of Poetry [Original Poetry by Weston Allred]
PoetryThe Book of Poetry holds the heartfelt, sometimes silly, or pained poetry played by a strife-stricken heart's heartstrings.