My Song

Another dark, almost gothic poem that I wrote when I was feeling extremely depressed....

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Don't you know

How much I've been through?

All my days, wandering round

Sobbing and crying

Without a sound

This is my song

And before I die

I'll tell of how I long

To say one last goodbye

To the love of my life

Oh! Pain like a knife

To think of his face

I stagger and fall

My fists I ball

And pound on the ground

That cursed us all

I sink into ink

My blood it drinks

I can't think

Of anything

But his face

His face



The End

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