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Roses are red,
Violents are blue.
Argue with me,
Is all we do.

I hate you, you hate me,
Is all we say.
Every hour every,
And minute of every day.

I despised you,
I loathed you,
With all of my heart.
Your harsh and cruel comments,
Tore me apart.

Then one night I found-
A note on the floor-
Missing clothes,
Missing shoes,
And a wide open door.

I dashed through the town,
To stop this cruel fate.
But when I arrived,
You were gone,
I was too late.

I collapsed on the ground,
As it started to rain,
I wonder if I'd would ever overcome this pain.

Roses will die,
Violets too.
You left before I could say,
I love you!