Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wish I was like you,
Your out going and opening,
Wishing only I had as many friends,
As many loving strangers and family,
But it’s as if we were made to be suffer alone,
As you crumbles from the stress of a strange,
While it is the worlds itself that hunts me,
But what even as blessed individuals,
The choice to reject our roles is all us
That choose to be with one another,
But I’m stil learning so yea,
Sincerely -Kiria Greywood
To : Erika Pier