Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My savior is coming,
And I still don't know who.
Looking, searching,
Seeing who shall be my knight,
Finding him should be quick,
And then everything shall be brought to light.
Others laugh at me,
The rumours whirl me by,
Even if I pretend it doesn't hurt,
I will always cry.
I look from sea to shore,
Wait from dusk to dawn,
Watching as others become happy,
Just as I let on.
And now, the roses are dying,
The Violets are dead,
I'm so stupid,
Because savior is all in my head.
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Hey! This is my first serious poem. Or writing piece all together. Before this, I only wrote fanfiction. I want to know how it was, and what I can do to improve. So, comment and vote!
