Rachel

Roses are Red

Roses are red,

Violets are blue

I'll take these flowers

And give them to you. 

 

Your smile is sweet,

and blue are your eyes

I thought you were different

but you fed me lies.

 

The roses are wilting,

The violets are dead

You never listened,

So words remain unsaid.

 

 

My heart never healed

But that's okay

I guess I'll pick some flowers

To take my pain away

 

 

 

Comments1

  • mommabear28

    Good job really liked it



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