Roses are red, violets are blue,
I'm inlove but not with you.
I heard you say once or two,
yet there's no getting over you.
And yet you slip away and change,
and left me cold and strange.
Do you feel happier with another?
Cause I don't want any other.
What will I do to forget,
all the things that left me to regret?
If I tried harder will you still be here,
and keep the way we were?
YOU ARE READING
3 AM Blues
PoetryRandom thoughts by 3am version of people. Sad thoughts running on their minds. Sadness that they kept holding on all day. Unspoken words when everything turns awry. -WinterBrooke
