roses are red
voilets are blue
sugar bowl's sweet
and so are you
but now the roses are dead
the voilets are wilted
the sugar bowl's empty
and my wrists are stained red...
YOU ARE READING
Written Poetry
PoetryStuff I have written, some new some not so new. Some have swear words, some are really depressing and some are happy. Just depends on my mood, and who I am in my current state of mind and such.
