Flowers Are Pretty - Poem by Born Frustrated
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
but no matter how much i'd love to.
I can never give them to you.
now you know,
you simply ask why?
but its not that simple
and if it was i'd still be to shy
I want to tell you of how I want to hold you
and never let you go.
but this love i feel, i just dont know how to show
Its not just lust, its love.
and all above
its the way I feel
when you draw near
and how I fear
that one day i'll snap
Tell you all there is to know
and Then when I finally feel brave
I will grab and kiss
with such bliss
but until I truly know that you feel the same
I have no one to blame
I'll just be sitting here
so the fact stays the same
Roses are red
Violets are blue
but no matter how much i'd love to
I can never give them to you
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