Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And perhaps so are you.
But roses are wilting,
Violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty,
Your wrists stained red.
The sun isn't shining,
The sky isn't clear,
There's no silver lining because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring,
No end in sight,
You're laying there frozen,
So far from light.
Your beauty's unreal,
Your smile the sun,
But time can't be turned nor your actions undone.
The words that you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much, please to cry when I'm dead."
