Literature
Roses Will Die, Violets Too
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.
Every 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,
Over come this pain.
Roses will die,
Violets will too.
You left before I could say
That I love you..