Roses are red.
Just like my blood.
It drains down my hands.
Like sticky, sticky crud.
Won’t you listen.
And please take note?
I think I’ve solved…
the message in my boat.
~Jessica Spinster’s Other Sister.
Roses are red. Just like my blood. It drains down my hands. Like sticky, sticky crud. Won’t you listen. And please take note? I think I’ve solved… the message in my boat. ~Jessica Spinster’s Other Sister. |