December 14, 2017
By Vbella19 BRONZE, Columbia, Kentucky
Vbella19 BRONZE, Columbia, Kentucky
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Roses are red,

Bruises are blue.

I used to think,

That I loved you.

Now I dread,

Those bruises you'll make.

I guess I'll go get the pills,

You're always telling me to take.

The author's comments:

I wrote this for a frind who was in a very toxic relationship.

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