Those putrid little roses,
Those stupid little hearts,
They don't know what it means,
To be alone and fall apart.
Their lives are duly short,
Decorations for our homes,
Even if just once a year,
Wherever man may roam.
Their skin is far too fragile,
Their breathing levels low,
When they are decapitated,
And put out just for show.
See pink and red around,
In this season of fake love,
But just for me another day,
When a guy tries to get touched.
Meh, just comment if you want...
Comments
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This is really really good! You've got attitude! LOL
This poem also has some great language. example - When they are decapitated,
And put out just for show.
Brilliant imagery!
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