Roses are red.
Violets will never be blue.
Sometimes the worst things make you smile through.
The pain is only temporary...
And this life will expire...
But the blue by the bay, and that covers your heart,
Speaks volumes of who you truly are.
Roses are red.
Violets appear to be blue.
The worst things show us what it is we are strong enough to live through
We are enough.
We are fragile.
But we know that through the flames, we'll emerge into something real.
Roses are red.
And violets are blue.
Put down the dagger, let go of the old, welcome in the new.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoesíaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
