roses are red..
roses are red,
violets are blue,
flowers grow in my lungs
a punishment for loving you
even if it stings
my love will not die
and pain it always brings
about that, I always lie
the roses I hated
and the violets have died
the pain has faded
and so have I.
🌹 do not steal any of my art or poems. 🌹
YOU ARE READING
~ depression vents, quotes and slight art ~
Non-FictionThis is just a book where I can escape reality and cry my feelings out. If you don't seem amused by this, you may go. People are allowed to also vent with me in here, so I won't mind the load of comments I might or might not receive.
