Roses can be red, and violets may be blue.
But the roses have wilted, and the violets have died.
My pillow has been soaked in tears I've cried.
Looking in the mirror,
I no longer see the girl I used to be.
Looking back at me was a woman of mystery.
She seemed so strong.
But look in her eyes,
She's suffered for so long.
She eventually gave up on finding the place she belonged.
Hope was absent from her eyes.
The rest of her was in perfect disguise.
From others she turned away.
Their coming and going games,
she refused to play.
She seemed to be care free.
But I knew better cus she is me.
In lies she no longer seeked truth.
What did it matter if she got used.
What did it matter, what shed lose?
She in the mirror is my muse.
Life gets rough when between two yous,
You have to choose and the other you may lose
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Poems
شِعرHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
