Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you. But the roses have wilted and the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty, and your wrist, they're stained red. The sun isn't shining the sky isn't clear; there's no silver lining cause you're no longer here. Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight, you're laying there frozen, so far from light. Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun. But time can't be turned, nor your actions undone. The words that you wrote that only I read, " I love you so much, don't cry when I'm dead." The bond that we formed, a love that ran deep, the pain that we shared, I friend I could keep. I want to hold you; wipe the tears from your eyes; been there the moment you said your goodbye. I want to forget but most times, I don't, I want to let go but I know that I won't. Tears on my faces, memories burned in my head, the roses have wilted, the violets are dead.
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