Roses are red, somewhat like my heart.
The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told.
Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you.
Please allow me to be so bold.
The sky is gold, and the sun is blue.
Your skin is warm with eyes that blind.
Baby I don't ever see night with you.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Roses are red, somewhat like my heart.
The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told.
Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you.
Please allow me to be so bold.
The sky is gold, and the sun is blue.
Your skin is warm with eyes that blind.
Baby I don't ever see night with you.
