Roses are red......
Roses are red and violets are blue.
My classes are starting and so is my work too.
Will I find a free day or an ugly day to the sorrow point?
My head is starting to hurt and so are my eyes too.
My days are too bright; I could of stay in the dark.
Am I that scared of reality that much.
kage commented on Roses are red......
02-09-2010
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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