If roses are red
And violets are blue
Is there a chance I'm good enough for you?
Or rather, roses are drenched in blood
And violets are dyed with ink
Why did you stare at me whilst my blood dripped to the sink?
By chance, maybe it's because peony's are purple
And tulips are an array
On my last breath, you left me astray...
YOU ARE READING
d a n g
Poetrysad poetry, written by myself ----- !¡suicide, depression, and other triggering topics will be written in here, read with caution¡!
