Roses
Roses are red
violets are blue
if you truely loved me then please tell me true
why do i cry night and day wishing that you had stayed
you always siad that you'd be there
and you would always care
but now im sitting here
wishing to hear those words ever o so clear
that you still care about me
and always want to be there
Copyright © Tara Workman | Year Posted 2005
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