Flowers

Roses are red
Violets are blue
many people think these poems are about love
I even did too
This poems' about flowers,
the flowers in spring
This poems' not about birds
Or how they sing
Flowers are lovely
And flowers they bloom
Only to die in the winter
O Why so soon
Summers are hot
and springs' a little warm
Still throughout the two you stand with no harm
Here comes winter to ruin the sunshine
Your leaves fall off, you wilt i wind
But those are the seasons now and then
I am upset i can't pretend
O why can't these things just all make sense...





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