Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
My heart is dead.
And so are you.
Roses are sweet.
Pie is too.
No one loves me.
Not even you.
Leather is fun.
Whips are too.
You chained down my heart.
And cut it in two.
The roses are dead.
like this poem from my head.
My cold black soul gone too.
Just like my love for you.
Violets are blue.
My heart is dead.
And so are you.
Roses are sweet.
Pie is too.
No one loves me.
Not even you.
Leather is fun.
Whips are too.
You chained down my heart.
And cut it in two.
The roses are dead.
like this poem from my head.
My cold black soul gone too.
Just like my love for you.