Dead Violet Roses
Dead Violet Roses
The roses are dead, the violets are screwed
The fading of red leaves marks black and blue
Then denial sets in while it changes hue
Two weeks from now it'll look all brand new...
When the wind blows the whispers of lies
The begging, the pleading, the truth in disguise
The sobbing, the grieving in water filled eyes
How many more times before it's one too many tries...
The roses are dead, the violets are screwed
The fading of red leaves marks black and blue
Then denial sets in but for the both of you
The I am sorry only works if you want it to...
bmdavey@06/11/16
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
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