Roses Are Red

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
It's the same old poem
that means nothing to you.
I thought your love was strong.
I thought your love was true.
I guess you always thought
I would be your fool.
When I look back now
it hurts me to think
You stole my heart
with just a wink
I think of all the tears
wasted on you
I think of all the years
wasted on you
I am walking out the door
one last time
and one thing is for sure
it's about time
I want to thank you 
for showing me
The woman in the mirror
I don't want to be
Goodbye to my old life
Hello to the new
There has got to be
a better man than you
So Roses are red
Violets are blue
this is my goodbye
from me to you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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