Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Humans are shallow,
No matter what you do.

For they will help you,
When you are in need,
But just so they don't have,
To see you bleed.

Roses are paling,
Violets are drying,
Blue eyes, blue heart,
No wonder you're not crying.

You might hear my voice,
But not the plea behind,
Or you just ignored it,
Afraid of what you will find.

Roses are dead,
Violets are dying,
If people were shadows,
Yours would be shining.

But not with light,
But shining dark blue,
For this shows your heart,
All the unmoral things you do.

I hope you will someday,
Overcome your mind,
And let your light shine through,
Escape your emotional bind.