Roses are Red.
Roses are dead
Violets are black
I once was loved
Then stabbed in the back
Hate all around
Sin in the air
Victims of death
The world isn't fair.
Broken inside
Damaged shell
Living on earth
Is our personal hell.
Rough as sand
Tough as stone
Trust is a lie
You're always alone.
Life for the worst
Death as a gift
Hope is lost
No spirit to lift.
Birth of judgment
Secrets to show
Staring blankly
Pale as snow
Frozen inside
Heated stare
Warnings of loss
You were never aware
Stories end
New ones begin
Finding our place
In our very own skin
- LoveVanessa.
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From The Inside Out {Poems}
PoetryThis is just a book of a bunch of different poems I write when Im in the mood, some of them were co-written by my friends. If they were co-written then ill probably dedicate it to them. They range from tragic topics to just different aspects of life...
