Roses are red, Violets are blue,
I’m about to have to tell you the truth.
I can’t lead you on and treat you like this,
Falling for another yet it’s you who I kiss.
I wish I could spare you the anger and pain,
But I can’t be with you without going insane.
So dear I believe this is our last goodbye,
I’m sorry it’s a text but I can’t see you cry.
This poem was written/submitted by Miranda.