Poems

Roses

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You love me
And I love you
But when years pass
And we grow old
We realize life
Is not what we were told

Lemons are yellow
Leaves are green
Don't you wish life
Wasn't sour and mean
But when the lemons are picked
And go out of season
Everything happens
For a good reason

A breeze goes by
And makes flowers sway
But later that night
Comes horrible rain
And when the rain passes
And flowers again start to sway
You realize some of the bad things
Made you who you are today
A better person or not
I still love you so
And always know
I won't let you go