Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
That's the common phrase
We all know is true
But what if,
Roses were blue?
Not red like love
Not flaming fire-y hue
If roses were blue,
Would that mean
It's petals are frozen
And I can't have you?
Then violets are red
Like blood dripping
Heart aching
Then I am dead
Roses are blue.
Violets are red.
The day you left me
Caused me my death.
May 13, 2023
May 13, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
That's the common phrase
We all know is true
But what if,
Roses were blue?
Not red like love
Not flaming fire-y hue
If roses were blue,
Would that mean
It's petals are frozen
And I can't have you?
Then violets are red
Like blood dripping
Heart aching
Then I am dead
Roses are blue.
Violets are red.
The day you left me
Caused me my death.
Written by: Paul Joshua B. Santiago
Request permission to use this poem