Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, perhaps so are you.
The roses are wiltes, the vilets now dead.
The sugars bowl's empty, your wrists stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky's not clear.
There is no silver lining, because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps pourings, with no end in sight.
You're lying there frozen, too far from the light.
Your beauty was unreal, your smile was the sun.
But time can't be turned, your actions undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read.
"I love you so much. Please don't cry when I'm dead"
A bond we formed, a love that ran deep.
A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes.
Been there the moment you said your goodbyes.
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 face, memories in my head.
The roses have wilted, The violets are dead

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You hear that?
With every tick is I miss you.
With every tock is an I love you.

Tick, I miss you. Tock, I love you.

Every waking second, all I want to do is talk to you.
Every waking second, all I want to do is be with you.

It's cold outside right now.
The silence is too deafening. But I am simultaneously reminded by the thought of you.
It's too noisy in my head right now.
All I could hear is tick, tock, tick, tock.

Words may not express every waking second that I miss you, or I love you.

My dear, if you do hear me saying these words, give the clock a listen.
With every second you'll hear a tick.
With every second you'll hear a tock.

If when the time comes that I am not able to say these words, give our dear clock a listen.

And whatever the clock is saying, is what my mind is thinking, and what my heart is feeling.

Tick, tock, my love.
Tick.
Tock.

I'd like to write,
but ehh...
I'll do it later.

something in my bones
tell me you don't want me anymore

I fell in love with you
like the sun sets or rises,
like someone falls asleep.
Slowly,
then all at once.

And before I realized it,
you were my world,
while I was nothing but a speck to you.

.
Up becomes down
Red becomes blue

I'm just not the same
Without you
.

They told us that the monsters
weren't under our bed...
but they forgot to mention
that the monster resides in our heads instead....

I suppose
I love my scars,
only because they've been there
through it all

The truth be told
I love you.
The truth revealed
I do.
The problem is
We are best friends
So this, could never work.
Your heart belongs to another.
While mine remains unclaimed.
I wish you could see
What I conceal from you
Cause some part of me wonders...
Would you feel it too?
This pull we have to each other
That started something so great.
A powerful bond,
Tight and strong.
So is it ok,
If I dare say,
Is it possible we could be so much more?

Sometimes,
Its just not to be.
Like you and me...

And that hurt more than words could ever describe

Insert 'Only' at any place in the sentence:
"She told him that she loved him"
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Yes, English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought though.
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If 'womb' is pronounced 'woom' and 'tomb' is pronounced 'toom', shouldn't 'bomb' be pronoused 'boom'?
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Australia has 3 'A's.. each pronounced differently.
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In every other language (Other than English), pineapples are called ananas
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The following sentence has 7 different meaning based on the stressed word:
"I never said she stole my money"
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Cough, Rough, Though, Through. Why don't these words rhyme, but for some god forsaken reason, Pony and Bologna do?!
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Word: Queue
Pronunciation: Kyoo
Write down 5 letter. Only pronouce the first.
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Laid is pronounced like paid, but not said. Said is pronounced like bread, but not bead. Bead is pronounced like lead, but not lead.
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You are Not a name
or a height, or a weight,
or a gender
You are Not an age
You are Not where you are from

You are your favorite books,
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast

You are a thousand things,
But everyone chooses to see a million things you are not

Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
By
A smile the color of love.

I
just
want to
know that
I fi died tonight,
Who would cry tomorrow
Who would stand in the cold,
and listen to the minister speak on my behalf
Who would write letters to my parents, apolagizing,
Who would leave bouquets of  pretty flowers at my tombstone
Who would stand tall, sturdy as stone, and suffer in silence
Who would mourn for a day then go on about their lives
Who would see it in the obituaries and only shrug
Who would only notice it after a month,
or three or twelve or eighteen
How many strangers
wouldn't care....
I wonder.....