Roses Are Dead, Violets Are Wilting
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Birds are still chirping and clouds are askew;
The sun is still shining as the flowers renew.
Leaving me breathless reveling the view,
I leisurely watch as though I'm wanted too.
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Roses are dry, violets are tilting,
Shadows gloom over the barren and wilting;
I sit there and watch, my happiness jilting.
What once was so vibrant was now turned to grey,
Slowly but surely withering away.
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Roses are dead, as violets are too,
Everything in sight now an ungodly hue;
My once a happy life was swallowed by truth.
Wondering why after all this time I've succumb,
I silently apologized as my body went numb.
-Rebecca V.
Copyright © Rebecca V. | Year Posted 2016
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