I suppose it’s sad to know,

that our withering stories fade.

The love we found so eternal

Was nothing other than a charade.

Like the rose enamored by lust,

Born only in the darkened mud.

Colors of a feeble hold,

You called it ruby, and I called it blood.

We were made of daggers and knives,

Holsters hidden upon my thigh,

Whispers of kings and queens,

Echo softly as they die.

“The young eternal rose,

The kiss of a dying light.

The lies, they petal away

Fading fast into the night.”

I can’t recount the day,

When I saw a stranger in your heart,

yet I fear it happened slowly,

A glass sword tore us apart.

Darling roses are to die for,

but what I always said was true:

I’d rather have white dahlias,

and simply die for you.

Oh the knives in my eyes and the glistening daggers in your smile,

Made our fates a little more bearable.

For through veiled blackness, a glimmering, blood dripping rose

Made our ending less terrible.

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roses are red,

violets are blue,

what would it be like

if i hadn't met you?

roses are blood,

violets are veins,

would i finally feel alive,

or would i still be in pain?

roses are silent,

violets weep tears,

would i be gone,

or somehow still here?

roses in the twilight,

violets in the dark,

do you think i would miss

the beating of my

heart?

roses are red

violets are blue

I wish I was perfect

but I’m not like you

you tell me each day

that I’m not enough

through a punch to the ribs

or a slap on my cuff

you say that you love me

buy love back with gifts

but I don’t know how long

I can take all these shifts

I’m scared of your anger

but can’t go without

So I cover my bruises

and stifle my shout

I promise myself

that one day you’ll change

I adapt and reform

while I wait in pain

but roses are red

and violets are blue

no matter your actions

I still find ways to love you

Roses are red

and blue

I bury my dread

out of view

my love I spread

and grew

for my heart has fled

to you

Violets are blue

and red

you came through

instead

you confessed you knew

and said,

my love for you

I always bled

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

sugar is sweet,

and perhaps so are you,

but the roses have wilted,

the violets are dead,

the sugar bowl is empty

and your wrists stained red,

the sun isn't shining

the sky isn't clear

there is no silver lining cause you're no longer here

Rain keeps on pouring,

there is no end in sight,

you're laying there frozen

so far from the light

your beauty's unreal

your smile is the sun

but time can't be turned nor your action undone

the words that you wrote that I only read,

"I love you so much please don't cry when I'm dead",

A bond that was formed,

a love that ran deep

a friend I could keep

I wanted to hold you

wipe the tears from your eyes

been there for thmoment you said said your goodbyes.

I want to forget but most times I don't

I want to let go

but I know that I won't

tears on my face

memories burned in my head,

the roses have wilted,

the violets are dead.

Roses are red like the blood on my hands,

The ones that conquered all armies and lands.

Violets are blue like robes of great lords,

Who bargain their souls for the price of my sword.

there is a saying

that the quickest

way to kill someone

is to kiss them once

and then never again

he left roses on my doorstep

and then left me on read

thorns are a form of protection

and when it ended

i touched

what was left of them

Roses are red

Roses are white

Roses are black

With absence of light

With every rose

A romance is born

But please don't forget

With roses come thorns

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Roses are white

In town of mine

But they are red

'Cross the Pennines

And both are from

Rosaceae

A symbol of love

That led many to die

#1:

Roses are red,

a passionate hue.

Whose beauty,

like you,

blows me away too.

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#2:

Roses are red

Honest and true

A sincere sweet proposal

I love you.

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