Feb 2018
Roses are red,
Her eyes are too.
Flooded with tears,
And bags dark blue.
Roses are dying,
Her pupils just drown.
But now she fell asleep,
Like the petals to the ground.
Her eyes are too.
Flooded with tears,
And bags dark blue.
Roses are dying,
Her pupils just drown.
But now she fell asleep,
Like the petals to the ground.
