roses are red,
violets are blue,
a noose hangs
round my neck,
i think i'm dead,
my brain is empty,
except for thoughts
of you,
- r.s.
YOU ARE READING
broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
you, you, you
roses are red,
violets are blue,
a noose hangs
round my neck,
i think i'm dead,
my brain is empty,
except for thoughts
of you,
- r.s.
