Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Its past midnight,
And Im up waiting for you.
The color is fading,
From the flowers we picked,
The clock has striked one,
You wont know what you've missed.
It's 4 o'clock now,
Maybe time to go to bed,
But I just cant quite seem,
To look at the mirror above my head.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Its past midnight,
And Im up waiting for you.
The color is fading,
From the flowers we picked,
The clock has striked one,
You wont know what you've missed.
It's 4 o'clock now,
Maybe time to go to bed,
But I just cant quite seem,
To look at the mirror above my head.
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