Roses are red
Dripping salt and slate
Brimming with anger and jealousy
Crying out tears of dead fate

Violets are blue
Only fear is grated on the board
Highlighting the stale
Mate, leave at your own accord

Sugar is sweet
A devil’s temptation they say
They pour the bitter water
Washing mind’s hallucinations away

And so are you
Willing to *******
Inside the walls of envy
Shaking your burnt-bulb rattle

Red like the dress you wore when I first met you.
You were beautiful.
And you still are.

Roses are red.
Red like the lipstick which stained my cheek the first time you kissed me.
And all other times you did.

Roses are red.
Red like the sky
when you said goodbye.
Or like the dry eyes
I had every time I cried.

Roses are red.
Red as the blood that stained the silver bullet which pierced through your skin.
Roses are red.
Red like the heart that shattered into a million, countless fractals for you.

Roses are red.

As you lie in your hospital bed, dead, never coming back.
You won't come back.
You can't come back.

Roses are red like the one I'm holding, tightly
I don't care if I get hurt.
I don't care if the sharp thorns pierce through my fragile skin the way the bullet shattered all what could've and what would've been's.
All I want is for you to come back.
I want you to come back.
I need you to come back.
Please come back.
Please.

Roses are red.
And will always be red.
Always for you.

I shed,
Like petals,
That floated to the hard earth,
And was called words,
That dug in,
Deeper then the deepest,
Of thorns,
Because roses hold,
the beauty,
But shield the pain,
In vines like veins,
We see there stronger,
Then the delicate outlines,
We have been accustomed to,

But one thing,
He didn't care to notice,
Her eyes were not blue,
Like the violets,
Her eyes were a brown,
Of coffee stains,
And Bibles,
Where words really did hurt,
Because they oppressed,
Telling us it's okay,
To be different,
If we separate the blue eyed,
From the browned,
But him not noticing,
The color of her eyes,
Is like as if Ah wanted him,
And every man to point out,
That they had different colors,
Of skin,
That he thought,
they were example enough,
Of how these word and names,
Hurt,
But will not be,
A belief ,

For roses are red as violets blue,
And I may love you,
But you have be stabbed,
Bleed red blood,
By hateful names,
Because brown eyes,
aren't blue,
But I still loved you.

They say
Tiptoe through the tulips
But where did they say
Smash through
The violets
That are blue
Like my heart
Or the roses
That are red
Like the blood
Pouring out.
When did they say
Make sure to crush
The sunflowers
Once golden
Like my future
But tiptoe
Through the tulips
Heavens forbid
They come to harm.