Roses are red
And roses are white
Is it you that I turn to in the middle of the night?
Roses are red
And roses have thorns
It isn't you I want beside me
When morning finally dawns
©cih
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.