#rosesarered
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sunshine pulses down
Like my heart beats for you
Red like my love
Blue like your absence
Pulsing like a heartbeat
That I would give for you in an instant
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wonder if you notice me
Like I notice you
Red like my blood
Which for you I’d gladly bleed
Blue like my tears
Which for you I’d cry freely
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hope you love me
Because I love you
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violet are blue
You're a loser
And no one likes you
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violet are blue
You are our queen
And we all bow to you
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violet are blue
You are loved
And we'll support you
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Both are now withered black, and dead.
Much like my love for you.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 8:34 PM UTC
You appear so frail and delicate,
but beneath your pretty petals are your thorns.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
Roses are red,
thinking gets dicey.
Speak to a doctor,
before things get too spicy.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
roses are red
violets are blue
ill never love someone the way i love you
not all roses are red
and violets will never be blue
ive come to realize
that youll never love me the way i love you
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 1:29 AM UTC
Roses may be red,
But I'm always blue.
Someone could show me paradise,
And I'll see a grotesque view.
Roses may be red,
But sometimes I'm blue.
I'm aware of the sunlight,
And I'm slightly warmer too.
Roses may be red,
But I'm feeling less blue.
I've met you, extraordinaire,
A palette of colors, anew.
Roses may be red,
But I'm no longer blue.
You brought paradise to me,
Because paradise is you.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My heart is full
Of love for you.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
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
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
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.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
roses are red
violets are blue
I thought they were dead
and we'll join them soon
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are violet.
Poets can lie to rhyme,
We can't keep our minds all that quiet.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
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.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
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.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC