Like roses, I’m red I don’t want to be trapped in the dirt anymore Even if it claws at my heart and kills me Even if every night is a sleepless one I’ll cut this necklace of thorned roses
Like violets, I’m blue Struggling for a voice in this silent world Yearning for a face to bloom and blossom I’m waltzing in the melancholy wind with my dress of soft petals Plucked violets wilting in my hair as I plant the past to grow the future
Weeds sleeping at my feet I need help cutting them away so I can do more than just breathe