Do not think I wrote this poem. A very good friend of my wrote it. Here it is:
Roses are black
Blood is deep red
You think the world’s sweet
Yet so many things unsaid
Life is too short
For people like you and me
Our lives might end by murder
Or maybe just naturally
But no matter what you think
The world isn’t a treat
So don’t fool yourself
With that illusion, bittersweet
By: Anonymous
Roses are black
Blood is deep red
You think the world’s sweet
Yet so many things unsaid
Life is too short
For people like you and me
Our lives might end by murder
Or maybe just naturally
But no matter what you think
The world isn’t a treat
So don’t fool yourself
With that illusion, bittersweet
By: Anonymous
