GreyxRainbow
April 6th, 2009, 12:44 PM
Well.. I wrote a poem.. It's not good, but I wanted to post. [=
Red are the leaves of the roses
Outside in my garden.
I smell them and think,
They're red like blood,
They're sharp like a knife,
But I know their smell is good.
Red are the eyes
Of my favorite vampire.
I look at them and think,
They're red like blood,
They're stinging like a knife,
But I know their master is good.
Red are the blooddrops
Rolling over my arm.
I feel them and think,
Red and hot is my blood,
Sharp and stinging is my knife,
But I know it'll never be good.
Red are the leaves of the roses
Outside in my garden.
I smell them and think,
They're red like blood,
They're sharp like a knife,
But I know their smell is good.
Red are the eyes
Of my favorite vampire.
I look at them and think,
They're red like blood,
They're stinging like a knife,
But I know their master is good.
Red are the blooddrops
Rolling over my arm.
I feel them and think,
Red and hot is my blood,
Sharp and stinging is my knife,
But I know it'll never be good.