roses are dead

Roses are red

Violets, not quite blue

Swaying in the wind

Placed just for you



We were meant to be

But a whisper of fate

Forever in your eyes,

The presence of hate



There you were

Holding me tight

Sing me to sleep

On a starry night



If you let me know

Am I your true love?

Or was it my foolishness

You were beginning to tug



Why was it so

That you took me in

Instead of leaving me

To rot from within



This world is too harsh

For a face like sun

Take me away

Together we can run