Roses and Violets

Roses are red

Violets are blue

We’ve known each other 

Since we’ve been in school

            

We were inseparable 

Through elementary and high

“I want to tell you something”

You said with a sigh

 

Then during that chat

Although words said were few

You said that you loved me

And I loved you too

            

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You loved me

And I loved you too

            

Then how come 

When the day was all white

The cake was tall

And the music was bright

 

Did you run away

Off into the night

Staring in dismay

My tears were a sight

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

The bouquet is wilting

My heart is too

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EmilyLT

NC

15 years old

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