Love Kills.

Roses are red,
what my heart pumps is, too.
No matter what you think,
I fucking hate you.

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Rubies are red,
the diamonds turn gold.
My heart's not for sale,
though it's already been sold.

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Your eyes have turn red,
from lacking of sleep.
And you cry 'cause my heart's
not something to keep.

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I see your blood's red,
'cause you slit on the floor.
Now my tears shed,
because now I want more.

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After taking my life,
my flesh has turned blue.
Only now that I see,
I fucking loved you.

Poetic note:

Love has thrills,
Love has chills,
Most importantly,
Most love kills.