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Blood Rose, by eeoopig

Poetry By: eeoopig
Horror



Roses are red,
violets are but,
daises are pretty,
just like you!
This is a love poem that I think we all know too well. So I came up with a parody. While I wrote this, I thought of it based on a person who had committed murder. Let me know what you imagined.


Submitted:May 13, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Roses are blood,

but covered in mud.

Violets are the shame,

of hiding the pain.

And not even the daisies,

can hide you're crazy...





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