Roses aren’t always red, violets aren’t always blue.
Thoughts that scream and crawl in my head always remind me of you.
Bellowing sounds of crashing thoughts and crumbling dreams of what we were. Man, I never thought anything like this would occur.
Wishful thinking never seems to jerk these feelings.
Like pretty pictures, covering the wall, everything was just so deceiving.
You broke my heart and shattered my dreams,
never leaving one stitch unseamed.
Painted my roses black and splattered my violets gray,
leaving everything in disarray.
Well, as you say, “Life goes on”,
but without a heart, one can’t move on.
