Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The moon is beautiful,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are wet,
You are what a moon,
Is to a planet.
Roses are red,
Violets are light,
Lighting up the sky,
On my darkest night.
Roses no longer exist,
Violets disappear,
Everything falls apart
Not even you remain here.
YOU ARE READING
synthesis of 2 years worth of notes
Random2 years worth of notes, might be expanded, take what's worth taking and ignore the rest, it's up to you
