Then a thought went by....
Roses are red...
Now you're dead.
How shall you hear my poem?
Shall I chase you into the ground down to bloody hell!?
Shall I spill my blood like I did yours?
How can you hate me now?... When I still love you?
Yes... A murderer I am,
But you're now mine,
With me... Forever.
Roses are red my love,
So is blood,
And this rose of mine shall ever bloom,
As I lay buried beside you,
Till death, we never part...
YOU ARE READING
Flying Umbrella
诗歌Poetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺
