Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Roses Are Red.2
Roses are red, violets are blue. How am I supposed to know that you might be
dead too, With this wondering soul not going far. How am I supposed to know how
you are. With the troubles that you’ve been through, I would also hate them too,
with all the hatred in your heart, I would also slice and dice there pathetic fake little hearts.
I miss you little bro