Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.
But the roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty, your wrists are stained
red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
there's no silver lining cause you're no longer
here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight,
you're laying there frozen, so far from the
light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
but times can't be turned or your actions
undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm
dead".
A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep,
the pain that we shared, a friend I could
keep.
I wanted to hold you, wrap the tears from your eyes;
been there the moment you had said goodbye.
I want to forget, but most times I don't,
I want to let go, but I know that I wont.
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head.
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead.