(Be)loved (Poem)

Roses are red,
violets are dead.
My love, it went away.
Ships are sinking,
after words and thinking
it was never meant to stay.

Hearts were broken
when words were spoken.
But it’s a good thing everything ends
in the past tense.

And now, flowers are growing,
smiles are showing,
and hearts are going wild.

In my mind, I may be a sinner,

but in my heart, a child.

 

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