Roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
but the roses are wilted
the violets are dead
i sit here with him
wishing it was you instead
i long for you touch
the softness of your skin
am i the only on to see
your beauty from within?
i miss the smell in your hair,
the sparkle in your eyes,
drowned now by horror
rumors and lies.
so know i lay my head to rest,
a silent plea is made
that i shall return to you
and the awful feeling may fade