Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
sugar is sweet
and so are you,
but the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowls empty,
and so is your head,
I see your face when I’m dreaming,
That’s why I always wake up screaming,
kind, intelligent, loving, and hot,
this describes everything you are not,
I love your face, your smile, your eyes,
Damn I’m good at telling lies,
my feelings for you no words can tell,
except for maybe "Go to Hell",
what inspired this hurtful rhyme?,
two parts vodka, and one part lime.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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