Unlove (Remove filter)
Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
Recent Comments
Auracle on Lovin’ where I live
19 minutes ago
Red Brick Keshner on Lovin’ where I live
42 minutes ago
Auracle on Human Zoo
1 hour ago
Auracle on Lovin’ where I live
1 hour ago
John Coopey on GAVISCON
1 hour ago
Greg Freeman on GAVISCON
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on FINAL SOLUTION
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on poems for money and no kicks for free
5 hours ago
Tom Doolan on The Dream Has Died
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Strength Of Humble Steps
5 hours ago