Roses Have Wilted

A poem about suicide.

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1. Roses Have Wilted

Roses Have Wilted

 

 

Roses are red, violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet, and you were too.

But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead,

the sugar bowl's empty, your wrists are stained red.

The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear.

There's no silver lining, since your no longer here.

Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight,

and you're lying there frozen, so far from the light.

Your beauty's unreal, your smile like the sun,

but time can't be turned nor your actions undone.

The words that you wrote, that everyone read,

"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead."

A bond that was formed, a love that ran deep,

a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.

I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes;

been there the moment you said your goodbye.

I want to forget, but most times I don't,

I need to let go but I know that I won't.

Tears on my face, memories burned in my head;

the roses have wilted, the violets are dead.

 

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