(This is an oc story)
Roses are red,
"Happy valentines darling" he gave me a blood red rose, that had the same color covering his brown cheeks
Violets are blue,
"Y'know Kyle, this shirt looks good on you" he scoffed at me, he liked the shirt's design, but he wasn't a fan of the color
Every 8:00 pm, I wait for you
He waited, and waited, for the girl he loved for days, but she hasn't showed up. He was worried and sad.
My heart is numb,
His eyes widened, at the news he's heard "but that can't be..." he muttered "I'm sorry Kyle, But there's nothing we can do" his friend said in a guilty tone
My tears are clear,
He held onto the flower that she held before, remembering the days they spent together, "Hey Kyle, it's time"
I know you won't answer but I'll stay right here.
The family left with their sadness and guilt, but he stayed. The family begged for him to come home with them, but he refused. The flower in his hands, the remebrance of their elegant dance that night, he had to leave behind. He put the flower right next to the tomb of his beloved...
"Adieu, my love"
( I'm bad at making sad stories, I know. You don't have to tell me)
