Description: an old one, last few lines are about being sick of my cutting, yet so addicted to it. umm, i think it was writen after V criticized me for being so negative...so i decided that seeing as how she's the only one who sees me as being negative, i'll be especially negative for her.
Roses Are Red -------------------------------------------
"Roses are Red, Violets Are Blue,
My Soul Is Dead, Thanks To You"
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"I was like this before it was cool."
My Butterfly won't fly away
My sun won't rise
Skies are black today
Bitter slaves of self destruction
Are the only company to stay
If I don't have time to cry
What's the use in play
So instead I sit and dwell
Enamored with sorrow and pain
Retrace my wounds of old
Taste my distaste
For my soul that was sold
I like it. Really, just so, shopped up and spit at the reader. Images went through my head as i read it, and i just really like this. So short and sweet and tells it like it is. great work.
although the poem was of a serious nature,i found that there was the potential for humour in it.of course you are dealing with a difficult situation and i am not making light of that but as far as your opening lines are concerned,i would simply written "roses are red;violets are blue;i don't care what you think;so [censored] you".good luck and fare well.
Submission Name: Roses Are Red
