When one thinks they are alone,
There's always someone watching in silence.

When one thinks that no one loves them,
There's always someone reaching out with arms wide open.

When one realizes the depths of their sorrow,
There's always someone there to take away the pain.

When one fully blooms from a bud to a Flower,
There's not always someone to bloom along with you.

You may be a simple Daisy amongst a garden of Roses,
But why be like the rest, when it is your own uniqueness,
That makes a Rose wish it were a Daisy?

This isn't a poem really.
More like a statement,
multiple questions of curiosity.

Is there really a heaven up above?
Above the clouds and the sky?
Is there really a place we go to when we die?
Or are we just simply put in a casket and left to rot?

Who remembers us when we are gone?
Our families?
Those who originally said they don't care?

Who visits us when we are dead?
Who comes by our graves and lays down a bouquet of roses or flowers?
Who says,
" I regret never telling them I love them?"
Because when I die, I don't just simply want a funeral and a burial.
I want someone to ball their eyes out, and for someone to whisper,
"I never got to tell her...I never told her how much I loved and wanted her. And now I never will have that chance."
Call me selfish. I dont care.
But is it too much to ask for someone to mend my broken heart, so that I may yet learn to love again?

To Love is To Die,
And I'm too young to die.

Anti-"Roses are Red, Violets are Blue" poems (3 total)

1) Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I thought of this in bed,
So here is your clue,
Just for today,
All i have to say,
Is, "Adu".

2) Roses Are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I thought of this in bed,
Now listen to this clue,
For longer than today,
(I am glad to say),
That my subject of Ridicule,
Is You!

3)Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Why is it that only in bed,
That I can I think of you?
Perhaps because until it is otherwise said,
I am not very good for you,
So for now I must bid thee,
"Adu".