23.1.14 Broken Love Poem

Roses are red
The violets are dead
Seems my life will never head
To the place I kept

Separated from the world
The devil’s lips curled
As he tore me away from the girl
That’s when I wept

My life has been under
Constant attacks and plunders
Quickly torn asunder
I haven’t felt happy in years

It seems like it’s been ages
My life moved in poor stages
Emptied my happiness gauges
as my worst fears

came true

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