Roses are red
Like the spilled blood in war
Over insignificant matters
Violets are blue
So they say
To me they are purple
Like the bruises gained from struggles
Justice and injustice alike
You make me smile
As you wither in pain
It’s such a shame
That such beauty has to go to waste
The beauty that is the human species
They are also a monstrosity to us above
I am Fate
I am here to make the roses and violets bloom
Time and time again
It is your soul I will consume
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Shorts, Thoughts, and All That Good Stuff
PuisiAll my short stories and poems will go here from now on because I'm too lazy to make a cover for each one I post. I hope you enjoy my poems, stories, and thoughts as much as I love writing them. Original Picture: Just Print by MAMPrint (sxc.hu)
