Roses are
red,
violets are blue.
Daisys are
white,
so grow them too.
I'll let you in
this garden of happiness
and together
we can
forget about our loneliness.
Together,
we'll grow old,
you,
me,
and the flowers.
And there will be no such thing as
time;
no seconds, minutes,
or hours.
But when the flowers do begin
to fade,
I turn my head
to find out
that all you did
was fake.
And we’ll go on living
like we are in love
but really there’s nothing left.
Nothing but dust.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Roses are
red,
violets are blue.
Daisys are
white,
so grow them too.
I'll let you in
this garden of happiness
and together
we can
forget about our loneliness.
Together,
we'll grow old,
you,
me,
and the flowers.
And there will be no such thing as
time;
no seconds, minutes,
or hours.
But when the flowers do begin
to fade,
I turn my head
to find out
that all you did
was fake.
And we’ll go on living
like we are in love
but really there’s nothing left.
Nothing but dust.
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