Roses Are Red
Roses
are red,
Violets are blue.
Argue with me
Is all that
you'd do.
I hate you, you hate me
Is all that we'd say,
Ever hour and minute
Of every day.
I despised you, I
loathed you
With all of my heart.
Your harsh and cruel
comments
Tore me apart.
Then one night I found
A note
on the floor-
Missing clothes, missing shoes,
A wide-open
door.
I dashed through the town
To stop this cruel fate.
But when I arrived,
You were gone; I, too late.
I
collapsed on the ground
As it started to rain.
I wondered if
I'd ever
Overcome this pain.
Roses will die,
Violets
too.
You left before I could say
That I love you.
