Malexous

My first poetry... Roses are red like the blood of my hand covered in it I paint my sky red Ivory are white like the pale hands that beckon in the full moon night calling, whispering, murmuring in a deep sadness pale as moon, of a snowy white Ebony are black like the empty sky in the moonless night that I carved my broken dream tainted with death as dark as the abyss's black

World is a simple place... It's all depend on the people whether they accept it or not. If they do then it's right if not then it's wrong. Of course following the nature of humanity, human like to over complicate stuff lol. In the end it's useless to argue about it... Everyone have their guidelines.