• Roses are Red

    Violets are Blue

    why do we say this

    if it's not always true?

    The roses turn brown

    the violets turn black

    and always my loved ones

    turn on me their backs

    The roses they bleed

    the violets they cry

    and I'm left alone

    wondering why

    The roses they rot

    the violets they wither

    my touch it grows cold

    my body it shivers

    The roses are dead now

    the vioets are too

    I just hope you know

    I've always loved you...