Roses are red
Wormwood is grey
I feel so alone
When you go away
Roses are red
Wormwood is bitter
When love is so hard
Perhaps I should reconsider
©cih18
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.