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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
there is no love.
can you feel it too?
Blood is red,
bruises are blue,
Flirt with me,
and I will kill you.
All love is an excuse,
true or not,
Love is heartbreak,
and makes my stomach do a knot.
They ask why.
do i always look like i'm gonna cry?
it's because,
I dont know what will happen when i die,
I wish i could cry...
but the tears are now the sky.
- Title: Black Roses
- Artist: KinouRat
- Description: A poem about a broken heart. Also my first poem, isnt all that great.
- Date: 08/13/2016
- Tags: black roses nrokenheart shattered notgood
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