Roses are red
Violets are blue
But nothing will be prettier
Than my love for youLike a fire in my heart
Our love truly soars
Like the King of the forest
With strength it roarsAll these corny lines
Written out of love
Some ideal relarionship
Everyone dreams ofBut is it really fun
To be the perfect two
That old tale called destiny
Is it really trueI once believed
In that old folktale
I told myself to trust
And that's why I failFor nothing can ever
Be so easy as pie
And now I'm here
And I'll tell you whyNothing good is forever
Always know that's true
And don't always trust
Every single I love youHe may seem perfect
The right one for you
But something so good
Is always too good to be trueAnd once he's had his fun
And you're all torn
Because as the saying goes
Every Rose has its thornsAnd now the roses have wilted
And the violets have died
I can't say I didn't warn you
That surely he lied
YOU ARE READING
Falling
PoetryFalling and falling Into this pit so deep With a life that's mine To take or keep