Roses are red,
words aren't said,
a tomb under flowers.
Violets are blue,
the trees full of dew,
that are bigger than towers.
Words full of lead,
but now you're dead,
six feet under without any breath.
Poems for you,
if only you'd knew,
that I am the reaper of death.
YOU ARE READING
A Human Being's Poems
PoetryRandom Poems, but ones made by the heart. What else can I say? Just go read it and see if you like it or not, for everyone has their own opinions ;)
