Steam installeren
inloggen
|
taal
简体中文 (Chinees, vereenvoudigd)
繁體中文 (Chinees, traditioneel)
日本語 (Japans)
한국어 (Koreaans)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgaars)
Čeština (Tsjechisch)
Dansk (Deens)
Deutsch (Duits)
English (Engels)
Español-España (Spaans - Spanje)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spaans - Latijns-Amerika)
Ελληνικά (Grieks)
Français (Frans)
Italiano (Italiaans)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesisch)
Magyar (Hongaars)
Norsk (Noors)
Polski (Pools)
Português (Portugees - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Braziliaans-Portugees)
Română (Roemeens)
Русский (Russisch)
Suomi (Fins)
Svenska (Zweeds)
Türkçe (Turks)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamees)
Українська (Oekraïens)
Een vertaalprobleem melden
Bushes are red, trees are red.
My garden is on fire
The colour of love for a heart that beats so bright
But the colour you see when you are filled with spite
Red is the sweet of a cherry topped tart.
Red does bleed a broken heart.
Red eyes are muddled, that which breed red puddles.
But red hearts breed nothing but cuddles.
the color of fire and molten earth
red the color of our life and anger
Red the color of .... ♥♥♥♥ it i dont remeber the rest it was like 7 years when i wrote this poem and my teach never gave it back she actually framed it in the class but long story short i didnt sign it i think and i never made a copy of it so the word are forgotten.... im just goona add every uwu owo face now
UwU
uWu
UWU
oWo
OWO
OwO