• Roses are red,
    Just like fresh blood,
    Created by conflict,
    Between mother and dad.

    Violets are blue,
    Like the marks on my arm,
    That father gave me,
    For binning cigars.

    Sugar is sweet,
    Just like my mum,
    When she stood up for me,
    And let me have fun.

    Just like you,
    I am still alive,
    Missing two things,
    My heart, my pride.