15/02/23 16:25
Roses are red,
Violet’s blue,
Sugar? sweet,
And let me tell you,
I’ll bust their nose,
If they ever hurt you.
As the sky turns black,
As the bruises turn blue,
As the blood runs red,
Hot and sticky like June,
I’ll go feral for you,
Under Summer sun,
I’ll flee and leave no sign,
Evidence, or smoking gun.
Roses are red,
These aren’t empty threats,
If I catch them bully you,
I will hang them from their necks.
Violets are blue,
And if what I’m saying is true,
You’re one in a million,
You light up the sky,
So for this, my little star,
For thee I shall turn killer.
Sugar is sweet,
And it melts in Autumn heat,
Of your warm, torrid heart,
May it never cease beating,
As would missing be my part.
The Humble Rock Dove 