Roses are red,
and some violets are blue.
But you're obviously not using your head,
'cause all I want is you.
Darling, you are blind to me,
for I can tell by the look on your face.
Right now there will not be a 'we',
or at least never in my case.
What ever happened to us being so close?
Our bond used to be like glue.
But now I'm your wilted rose.
I just sit there like a ghost beside you.
It hurts, it truly does.
It cuts me to the core.
That never-ending feeling that used to make me buzz
is no longer present anymore.
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Just a starter-up poem from the ones that shall fol