Roses are red,violets are blue.
All I want
Is to be with you.

Then,CRACK BOOM!!!Fireworks fly.And the couple kisses.
You thought I was bing poetic.I wasn't.Anyways,I curse all of the couples here in
Kupika.
Why?One confession.....I'm a lone Umbreon.With no one.I don't care about you
guys.Move aside,Romeo and Juliet.
I don't care whether you've a bf or gf or not.I don't care about you
couples,flashing kisses,nibbling ears,and yucky stuff in the room.
It's a lie.Human love is a lie.

Roses are red,violets are blue.
*eats up the paper*
That's my kind of thing.Patrick Starfish ate up his poem after reciting that.

Roses are red.Violets are blue.
I hope you are
Cause I am too.

That was random.My rose is dead.My violets have blown away.I am black,not blue.I
have rings that grow in the dark when I need them too.
If you've read my first entry,you'll know how lonely I am.I'll edit this soon.


P.S.:I am not looking for a mate.I hate love.