Roses are red, violets are blue, I know this is cliche but i... don't think this will be short enough to make a haiku.
Then there's the colours, forms of grey. On the tips of our tongues, that we are afraid to... reluctantly, but defiantly play.
We stir in the night, our minds still rouse. Ideas and thoughts keeping us away from a true... love that is as the beaches of Laos, though hear me through.
Enjoy the moment, that every second you see. This last part gets tricky but it's for you... <insert name that ends in EEEE >
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Roses are red, violets are blue, I know this is cliche but i... don't think this will be short enough to make a haiku.
Then there's the colours, forms of grey. On the tips of our tongues, that we are afraid to... reluctantly, but defiantly play.
We stir in the night, our minds still rouse. Ideas and thoughts keeping us away from a true... love that is as the beaches of Laos, though hear me through.
Enjoy the moment, that every second you see. This last part gets tricky but it's for you... <insert name that ends in EEEE >
I wrote this one to poke a bit of fun at the theme of 'Valentines'.
Also fun fact, Laos is landlocked, so that bit about, love is like the beaches of Laos, meant that love was almost none existent. Depends on your definition of beach though XD
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