Red Like Roses [POEM]

Little Red, Little Red,

is your face

red from crying

or

red from anger?

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Red Like Roses

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Red are the roses that fills my wild dreams,

Dreams that I just hope it would come true,

Of you and I, sitting side by side,

No deaths, no feeling alone again,

Yet one day, you were suddenly gone,

Like the wind, like the petals, you were

Lost into the wind- left me alone,

I was so scared, I was so frightened,

Every minute's a minute of distress,

Knowing I cannot see you again,

Now I'm trapped in this fairy tale with

No brave knight in some shining armour,

Red are the roses that leads me to you,

They lead me back to the place you rest,

Where I always lay down red bouquets,

Sanguine roses, these scarlet flowers,

Even now, this feels like a nightmare,

Like some misery ever after,

The final chapter's been torn apart,

Scattered into the wind, to the sky,

Everyday is a day of disaster,

Seeing I'll have to move on without

You here, right by my side, mother dear,

You left me in this world of madness,

But there is no more use in crying,

All the petals have been scattered now,

Since it's your blood that's red like roses,

Each and every nightmare discloses!

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