Poetic_Carm

Charles.

Roses are Red,

Violets aren\'t blue,

I always wan\'t to Cry When I think about you.

Your name a sour poison.

your wound burned deep.

I try so hard not to dream of you when I Sleep.

You did me wrong,

You left me Sorrow

but why do I know I\'ll think of you tommorow

I\'m hollow

So empty 

I\'m weak

Your the one to blame 

you.

You made me like this.

But

One thing i\'ll never miss

One thing i\'ll never forget

Your violets were still never blue

Your Roses were always dead.

Your thorns Cut me deep.

Should have listened to the voice

when it warned me you were a wolf

Acting as a sheep.