Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
He's for me,
Not for you.
If by chance,
You take my place,
I'll grab my katana,
And slice your face.
I'll grab my gun,
And yell "YOU'RE DONE!"
I'll slice your feet,
Until you're beat.
So for your safety,
Don't take my matey.
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A Book Of Poems
PoesíaPoems: Darkness Is Back Silence Take Them And I Go Yandere On You Say They Do Lies I'm Not Jealous Doesn't Mean Crying Love Scars
