Roses 🥀
Roses aren’t always red.
Violets aren’t strictly blue.
Not every glimmer’s surely gold-
You’ll never really know the truth!
The world’s a scary place to live.
I’ve lost all hope; It’s hard to trust…
‘Cuz someone’s rose can stab their heart
Pretending to be angel dust!
They camouflage as upright men-
But honest folk don’t slaughter souls!
We’ll never know who’s good or bad
‘Cuz even roses lack control…
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