"Roses are red."
My love is dead.
"The violet's blue."
They have no clue.
"Sugar is sweet,"
Why did he cheat?
"And so are you."
What did I do?
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Thoughts of the Wicked
PoetryExcuse me as I just lay my feelings out into this lil' poetry collection.
Roses are Red
"Roses are red."
My love is dead.
"The violet's blue."
They have no clue.
"Sugar is sweet,"
Why did he cheat?
"And so are you."
What did I do?
