My DarlingA Poem by Alison HarmerRoses are blue Violets are red Every word that was said Was never true Down my spine You sent a chill I still called you mine For a fleeting thrill You fell hard You fell fast We were never meant to last You left me broken, scarred Long nights I’ve cried With so many scars They never show For no one can know Because darling, Roses are blue Violets are red Every word that was said Was never true © 2014 Alison HarmerAuthor's Note
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