Break Ups

Roses are blood red.

Violets are tear blue.

Your blood will flow from your head.

Cause I really hate you.

When you say you never wanna leave me.

You won't even come and see me.

None of it makes sense at all.

An for my feelings, it seems like you don't care about them at all. 

 An you tell me that you love me with all your heart and soul. 

 But when we brake up I'm the one to pay the toll.

Reviews

[R E Tree]

This poem has a very good flow. The words work well with each other. More and more as I read more i wanted to read more. Such emotion carried out through the lines. You have a talent and it is shown through your skill to write