Sep 2018
roses are red
violets are purple
when he cuts me
his venom is verbal
fueled by his toxins within
he guided me down the path he's been
violets are purple
when he cuts me
his venom is verbal
fueled by his toxins within
he guided me down the path he's been
I always like to start poems with the roses red and are violets blue thing and see where it goes with how I'm feeling. I might continue on this later. xoxoxo
