Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the roses are wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty,
And my wrists are stained red.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
