"Roses are red, violets are blue
My whole world stops, when I'm looking at you"
When you're sitting at the top, play the songs you wrote for me,
Many eyes on you, but yours only for me.
I'd lean on you playing the guitar,
Perfecting your keys as you poured out your heart.
I'm sitting beside you, listening
Just how much one tune can make me feel such things
But like any song, they end
Like the last page that says "the end".
I'll turn the radio on,
And hear you sing that same love song.
A chill then runs down my spine,
I don't think I can sleep tonight,
Hearing it everywhere ruins my mind.
I'd see you on T.V,
Where our love's just another cup of tea.
When you sing the same song
Did another come along,
Or is it nothing at all,
Nothing at all anymore?
Memories last, memories fade,
I'm originally a line from the verse you erased.
When you think about me, do you hope I'm okay?
Or have you regretted the art that we made?
I leaned on you playing the guitar,
Perfecting your keys as you poured out your heart.
Now you sing alone as they sing along,
Do you think about writing me a break-up song?
Sometimes I wish we weren't so different,
I wish I wasn't so mature.
To think that we're better off parted,
Sadly, I really am sure.
I'm not a poet, cannot create depth with my pen,
Unlike you in seconds, bringing me to heaven.
I never knew why, but I was scared you'd sing
Something that wasn't right about what I was really feeling.
Someday, I'll listen again,
To all our beginnings before the end.
You sing:
"Roses are red violets are blue,
My whole world stops when I'm looking at you."
I'll turn the radio on,
And hear you sing another love song
And I know it's not mine.
But I can make it through the night.
No matter what, I've made peace with my mind.
I'd see you on T.V,
Where you and your muse are filled up with glee.
When you sing them your song,
I hope they sing along,
You're gonna give it your all,
Please don't let me make you feel small.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
