Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and so are you,
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowls empty,
And so is your head,
I see your face when I am dreaming,
that’s why I always wake up screaming,
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
this describes everything you are not,
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes,
damn; I'm good at telling lies,
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell”
What inspired this hurtful rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime. |