Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Violet stop lying to me,
You're not suppose to be happy.
You're suppose to be blue.

I guess words do diverge from meaning.
After all, one two buckle my shoe,
Does not work for I walk bare feet.

What I'm trying to say is,
Sometimes I don't say anything,
For one saying remains true,
Silence is a serene songstress at sunrises.