Roses Are Red

ros­es are red
and that’s a verse only taught to lovers

ros­es are red
you end­ed up being blue and as we mixed u decid­ed pur­ple just wasn’t the colour for you

Ros­es are red
My bed still holds your smell, I still hold your pil­low

Ros­es are red
I may sleep like the dead but my mind stays up
Think­ing of you
Think­ing of blue

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