Roses are orange
Violets are blue
Wounds with bandaid
Made by you
Roses are pink
Violets are blue
The words have sink
Only few are true
Roses are black
Violets are gray
Your loves have lack
Now my heart is frail
Roses are tainted
Violets have withered
Painted with dull colors
Petals layed in layers
Roses have died
Violets turned to dust
Those words were lies
Now our love is crushed
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Unsaid Words
PoetryI shut it up and wrote it down These words that are hard to pronounce I count to three and keep it in me Until the words cut me badly I closed it up and threw it away The words I want to let out but couldn't say So I keep quiet and remained silent B...
