Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a gun
Get in the van
Roses are red,
And violets are blue.
I would forget everything,
If you would too.
But bruises turn purple,
And tears remain clear.
So I'll always remember,
And you'll drown in beer.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
But in the end
We all change hues.
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
Turn the light back on
Please give my profile
An honest review
But wait
Fezzes are red
The TARDIS is blue
My OTP died
Yours likely will too
violets are blue
back in character
it's not your cue.
Honey is sweet
But much less than you
Violets are blue,
And this hell is too true.
- Michael Hall
This poem,
Devoid of its meaning,
As are you.
