Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm still waiting,
So, where the hell are you?
Now,
The
Roses are brown,
Violets are green.
I'm still here,
But you're nowhere to be seen.

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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...