My little version of roses are red voilets r blue

by Kylead   Aug 22, 2005


Rose are red violets are blue
My heart is cold as ice
My soul black as coal

I cry myself to sleep thinking of you
Thinking if the time or place would have been different would we still be
Would there be a chance
That I could still hold you in my arms
That I Could I still be there for you when you needed me
If only things would have been different between us
If only the fear of separation was not with us
If only I would have thought I deserved my happiness
If only you were still here to hold my hand
Hug me with your sweet and warm embrace
To shelter me when I could not stop crying
To defend me from these of tears of eternal rain
If only I was not so stupid if only there was a way to turn back time
Not to save us but to prevent the pain
To make it to were we never even met
To make it to were I did not make u suffer alone
To take away all the damage I must have caused
To take back all the apologies and unfulfilled promises that I have made
Simply just to prevent the suffering just to prevent all the tears and pain
This is why the tears will not stop because I hurt you so
But I want u to know the time spent with you truly was the only time the rain every stopped the only time the tears and pain ceased to fall

Roes are red violets are blue
My heart is cold as ice
My soul black as coal
I shut my eyes an cry myself to sleep thinking about you

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  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Very well expressed peice.

    5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by alive in death

    The best you've written. really great work my freind! keep writing.

  • 19 years ago

    by Angel

    Your poem fits alot of people i also no how u feel because i just gt out of a relationship and i did the samethings u did.

  • 19 years ago

    by Eric McGlaughlin

    The rain will fall, the pain will contiue. But never forget the times when you were with those you loved, as the saying goes, it's better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all.