Roses are red
Violets are ironically blue
But colour coded plants
Mean nothing to you
If roses are red
Your lips are cherry
So soft and sweet
Like expensive sherry
Roses are red
Your eyes are golden brown
Like pools of tequila
I would gladly drown
If roses are red
Cigarettes are strong
Please stop me
If loving you is wrong
Roses are red
But so is betel nut
This poetry is black and white
With grey areas but
If ‘roses are red’
Becomes too cliché
Then I will write you poems
My own way
©_malwar3
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