Originally Posted by FrustrateMyFoes
Roses Are Red, she said with a frown,
As I watched the blood drip from her hands to the ground.
Gripping the stem as hard as she can,
the sharp thorns peircing the palm of her hand.
Roses Are Red, she said once again,
paying no attention to the pain she is in.
Walking down the sidewalk leaving a trail,
the bright crimson color of a love turned frail.
Roses Are Red and and so are her shoes,
as she wanders this world not knowing what to do.
Missing a smile, a kiss or a word.
"I love you" as sweet as a song from a bird.
Roses Are Red is a song that she sings,
as she ponders this life and the tears that it brings.
Lovers on the street remind her of you.
Roses are Red, and Violets are Blue.
Jake Garcia - 2/14/05