roses are red,
violets are blue,
suger is sweet and so are you,
but the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the suger bowls emty,
and so is your head,
i see your face when im dreaming,
thats why i always wake up screaming,
kind, intelligent, loving, and hot,
this discribes everything you are not,
i love your face, your smile, your eyes,
damn im good at telling lies,
my fellings for you no words can tell,
exept for maybe "go to hell",
what inspired this hurtfull rhyme,
two parts vodka, one part lime. |
