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The Roses Have Wilt, The Violets Are Dead

roses are red, violets are blue

sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you

now the roses have wilted, the violets dead

the sugar bowl's empty, and my wrist are stained red,

the sun isn't shining, the skies aren't clear

there's no silver lining, cause your no longer here

rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight

your laying there frozen, so far from the light

your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun

but time cant be turned, nor your actions undone

the words that you wrote, which only I read

"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead"

a bond that we formed, a love that ran deep

a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep

I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes

been there the moment you said you goodbye

I want to forget but most times I don't

I want to let go but I know I wont

tears on my face, memories burned in my head

the roses have wilted, the violets are dead

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shelby-lynn-robertson
Published
Feb 28, 2014
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