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The Roses Are Wilted
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.
But the roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
Sugar bowl shines empty, her wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
There's no silver lining when you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's 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 actions undone.
The words that you wrote, and only I read;
"I love you so much... Don't cry when I'm dead!"
A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep,
A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes,
Been there the moment you said your goodbyes.
I want to forget, but most times I don't,
I want to move on, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories in my head,
The roses are wilted. The violets are dead.
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