Free verse · Poetry

sweet is sick

My roses aren’t red
You must’ve noticed that
Since last time
You turn your face
Into the dark
So I can’t see
The wounds I’ve made
Fairytale don’t end
No happy ending
And now

Now you see me smile
With another man
Who ain’t a bit like you
Oh, you foolish boy
Ain’t that just like me

Off the board, good boy
Your eyes so kind
But I need them wild
For my heart to break
And cry on your
Shoulder

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