My touch turns to blue
when I think of you
Roses were once red
Violets were never blue
Violets stole the heart of what
blue desired
Never was Blue wanting to be left alone
My love for you is so obsessive
Choking the life of him, he turns blue
I loved him so much, maybe too much
Blue is a swirling emotion
Yes, so sad
I loved you you know.
My Roses aren't red. There blue
Knowing your not here.
The honesty, blue petals show.
How can I lie. I love what I see.
These roses I decorate in my window
You gave me these blue roses
and I just can't stop thinking of you
{Copyright (c) 2010 by Ice}
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