Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,
But the roses are wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And my wrists are stained red.
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,
But the roses are wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And my wrists are stained red.
I didn't write this, but I fell in love w/ it as soon as I read it.
