Her Thoughts

Roses Are Not Always Red

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This feeling I felt for you,
Something I never expected to.

If I say "I love you",
The answer is not always "I love you too",
Because in this world we're into,
It's not always "Me and you".

I love you but you love her,
I care for you but you don't care,
I don't know if I could bare,
The fact that you're into her.

You're something special,
Something that turned me in denial,
What is this I feel?
It's making me squeal!

Like I said,
You love her,
But why do you look sad?
Is this something about her?

I heard you two just broke up,
Is that the reason you look so down?
Is this my time to stand up?
And be your 24/7 clown?

Everytime that we are together
It's like we can't live without each other
Knowing that we are now much happier
But nothing really last forever.

Those red roses that you gave to me,
Poems that you wrote for me,
Laughters that you shared with me,
They all turned into ashes since the day you left me.

I thought we were happy?
I thought you love me?
But they are all just thoughts,
That turned to rust.

And then it hit me,
You never loved me,
That you still love her,
And it's always been her.

So roses are not always red,
And violets never turned to blue,
Because in this world we're into,
There will be no place for me and you.