Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Ghouls and ghosts await you,
In the space In between,
Life and death,
The space that is not,
Heaven or hell,
The space that,
Lets you be no where,
Yet somewhere at the same time,
Even though time,
Does not really matter,
Because your dead.
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Roses are red, Violets are blue, ....
ПоэзияA collection of poems starting off with what is in the title. Hope u enjoy. It might be very cringey. Not all of them are originals. If you want to use one then use it. The credit for all of them goes to everyone in this beautiful world.
