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?"
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
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?"
