roses are dead

Lost Love

Roses are red,
My heart is blue,
I dreamed a little dream,
That led me straight to you,
Love is red,
Dreams are black
I gave you my soul,
But you aren't coming back
Roses are red
My heart dangling from a thorn
I loved you with all my soul,
But in your eyes heartache was born.
Roses are red.
My heart is blue.
I dreamed a horrible nightmare
That you made come true.
Love is dead
My soul is black
And if I never love again,
It's cause you aren't coming back

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Astral_Tides's picture

Beautifully constructed from

Beautifully constructed from a relic re-polished.
I really like this : )

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.



ChandaHealton's picture

thank you

The poem is finished now