When they told me violets were blue,
and roses were red,
I believed them.
Never thinking to leave him.
And now my heart is dead,
filled with dread,
spilling off this deathbed.
But I'm just a foolish teenager,
looking for love,
praying for those white doves above.
What a mistake,
what horrible hearts I did take
As I head for those white gates above.
Created: February 25, 2011
For my english class. Because the writings of Romeo and Juliet, and Dr. Seuss belong together apparently.