Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My world was once devoted to you.

Daises are yellow,
Carnations are pink,
Our souls no longer stay in sync.

Heathers are mauve,
Lilies are white,
I can no longer battle this fight.

The bruises turn purple,
The scabs turn brown,
I think it's time to put my foot down.

I begin to see black,
Your knuckles bleed red,
What goes on inside your head?

I see the white light
And you begin to realize,
"Why, oh why, was I not right?"

The nights spent next to you are no longer filled with excitement and your body next to me seems so lifeless in the morning. Every good morning kiss begins to feel like a good-bye and the routinely I love you is going bland. We told ourselves we wouldn't get in too deep, but honey we're stuck here with no place to go but our separate ways.

Every night that surpasses us feeds me disappointment. The days go on and you are no longer the one you once were. Afraid to become infatuated this new identity, I knew my heart cannot be attacked for my guard will no longer fall to your knees. The love we both were familiar with has dwindled out and it's all because of you.