28 sierpnia 2012
Slamming Gates
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl is empty,
and my wrists are stained red.
I'm so sorry,
But I must leave,
I cannot cause any more grief,
You've been there for me,
But I can't take,
Any more slamming gates.
Goodbye forever,
Farewell my love.
But beware,
for the sight you must bear.
The beds been turned,
Walls are blood stained,
My tears have flooded the room I hear,
For I'm gone,
Never to return,
and I now I say goodbye to the gates,
Because my fate has not been made.
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