Just another poem I guess.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You don’t love me
The way I love you.
You picked at the petals
Of our love I thought was fully bloomed
But I guess this whole time my heart was pretty much doomed.
But I don’t think you actually care
And I don’t think that’s really fair
I took care of your heart
while you left mine in despair.
Now I hope that you're filled with joy
That my heart became your little toy
I hope you are glad
That you got to play me this bad
But I think it’s time for me to go
This play date was pretty fun
But I’m pretty tired and done
And I hope you find another toy to play with.
