a twist to the average love poem roses are red
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you.
However, the roses are wilting and
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl’s empty
And my wrist are stained red.
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you.
However, the roses are wilting and
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl’s empty
And my wrist are stained red.