For My Cannibalistic Sun
A Love Poem by fred
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Wishes are cannibalistic,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Your dress is black,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A history is long,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
The problem is big,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
A support is strong,
And so…
