Roses Are Dead
When roses stay red
you know their a lie
They make the broken
and small minded sigh
Beauty is perfected
To mend wounded dreams
But behind the act
Could he be who he seems
If the answer is no
keep far away
For the tempted spirits
Tend to stray
If the answer is yes
dont hold your breath
cause if you wait in the cold
You could catch your death
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