Literary Piece
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I've never met such a whore like YOU.
For the people who knew how we ended,
Please do not get offended.
A year has already passed,
Do not ever complain of being harassed.
You still have not realized how much of a whore you are,
Because denial is vital to you, LIAR!
I am not surprised if everyone asks your hand;
Cheap items are always in demand.
It's not your hand they are after,
It's your HOLE that you easily offer.
I am not surprised of the lies that you hide,
You would even f*ck while your son is sleeping at your side.
You tell everyone that I'm the enemy,
Because you cannot accept that being a whore is your destiny.
You made so many lies and empty promises,
This wound will never be fixed by any amount of stitches.
I hope this message reaches all the b*tches,
Since you ruin the life of others like witches.
All of you will say I'm bitter and all,
It's really hard to take the fall.
I thought you were one,
Til I found out that you f*ck ANYone.
It's hard to move on and forget the past,
Since I was made to believe that it will last.
Everything it was, turned into dust.
You f*ck anyone you hardly knew, it is lust.
I will not be surprised if you give birth to another bastard,
Because being a wh*re for you isn't that hard.
Your family will always stay by your side,
Because of the necessities that you provide.
I guess this will be my last literary piece,
Since the truth made me finish with ease.
Please do not ever deny that you are a wh*re,
Since you have been fucking on the floor, hardcore.
