Roses are red
Violets are blue
you've stomped on the beauty
now I have no use
Roses are red
Violets are blue
my flowers are crying
all because of truth
Roses are red
Violets are blue
you've killed my garden
and know its time for you
YOU ARE READING
Words from a Dishonest Poet
PoetryWelcome to my story, my quaint book of poetry. Look inside for many rhymes of fire, cocaine, and even a little bit of truth at times. There is no plot to follow, or any lengthy narrative to swallow. Just a short collection and tidbits of my mind'...
