Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Can't you see?
I'm just as messed up as you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't know,
What to do?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Stay with me,
Just like you used to.
Roses are red,
The sky is white?
I'm almost dead...
And I'm starting to see the light.
The roses are dying,
The violets too.
Im left here crying,
Over you.
The natural red rose Is still red,
just a different kind of red.
The color worn out,
Without a doubt this rose is dead.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
