Taste of Silence

roses

Roses are red,
Violets can never be blue,
A pathetic daydreamer,
She tried to reach you

How can you say that roses are red?
And that violets should be blue
You hurted her so bad,
Yet you tell her to stay beside you?

How cruel it is to give her a rose
But you let her hold it, even it rots
You let her clutch it, 'till her hands shed blood
But you never wasted a time to heal her wound.