Roses Are White

Roses are white

Violets aren’t blue

Flower colors don’t matter

When my love is for you

The roses are fake

Plastic pieces we built

At least now we know

The petals won’t wilt

I’ll give you a cactus

Cuz flowers would die

You give it a name

To keep it alive

Roses have thorns

The cactus has spines

Do you want flowers?

Would you be mine?

My favorite thing is when two characters are married in all but rings but don’t realize it. BUT THEY KNOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER (that’s important. None of that endless pining shit. Please)

Kinda long poem so it’s mostly under the cut

I took the fast train

And I rode it in style.

With the loot that I gained,

I’m not stayin’ for trial.

“Hands up!” Said a Stranger

Busting down the door.

I knew there was danger

When his boots hit the floor.

“Keep ‘em high, pretty eyes,”

Said the Stranger to me.

“There’s no reason to die,

I just want gold, you see.”

“Well stranger,” says I,

“I’m sorry to tell

I tossed mine all down

In the wishing well.”

“What did you wish for?”

The stranger asked me.

“I wished for a stranger,

So handsome to see.

“I wished for a stranger,

To take me away.

So now that you’re here,

No need to delay.

“I’m outside the law

And folks I have none.

It’s nice having comp’ny

When you’re on the run.”

“Come on.” Said the Stranger.

“I just want the pearls.

Not some idiot thief

With mud water curls.”

“Too bad.” Says I,

While drawing sidearm.

“I hoped this would end

With doing no harm.”

“What kinda jewels did

You toss in that well?”

The Stranger was planning.

He knew, I could tell.

“I guess that depends,”

I said with a wink,

“On what you say next.

Go on then: think.”

Continue the story?

Me: creates a character for an original story I’m writing.

Also me: GIVE HIM ALL THE STUFF YOU HAVE. DUDE IM SORRY YOU NOW HAVE AUDITORY HALLUCINATIONS AND BOUTS OF DEREALIZATION. THIS STORY IS GONNA BE FUNNNN

Right now all I wish to do

Is whisper quiet “I love you”s

And see your smile in reply

When you say “I love you too”

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.