Roses are not always red ,
They come in yellow too
Forgotten are the sacrifices they made
And are heard the words they said
Forgotten are the smiles they gave
And remembered are the tears they cried
Forgotten are the roses red
As they bled into a napalm sky
Forever is remembered their cries
But no-one saw how she bled to be alive
a beautiful rose she was
as she quietly cried at night
YOU ARE READING
Late night poems ✔️
Poetry❝ happiness can be faked , don't be fooled by their smiles their eyes tell the darkest tales ❞ ~ Book 1 of poems
