The Suicide of me, Poem
Roses are red violits are bleu,
sugar is sweet and so arn’t you.
But the violits are witted the roses are dead,
and the sugar is blown by the wind.
He laughed fort thee in passion none in time or life.
Blossoming hatred spun in a defiant love and bare.
Green kindred oh saint to I in yours,
Love me in passion as in all thy worlds.
Imortalt, HALT….. Don’t defy my anger as it is also your love.
Be here and moon in share as true.
Be a poem as this as one I write, right your wrong and love me true.
Hold me, kiss me, love me, and hug me.
For Your kiss is as soft as your words oh ROMEO.
Goodnight.
(Goodnight, means I killed myself because romeo would not love me.)
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