Poems from Red Monroe
Do my eyes decieve me or they playing tricks with my mind?
She looks so perfect, So pure, So divine!
The way her golden short blonde hair...
Beauty is the beast, while Beast is the Beauty.Being Ugly is not perfect, but it is part of Maturity.
Love is Hatred, while hatred is love...
There are so many different apples in the apple tree.
I wonder which ones is the right ones for me.
The big green sour ones that are so...
There she is on the other side of the road.
As the sun shines on her like a spotlight.
I want to say Hi but .....I stay on the other side...
Im addicted to Truth.......
Like a Junkie is to drugs
Crack,Cocaine, Meth, Ruth....Come give it to me NOW I need the truth.
Im addicted...