Roses are red, voliets are blue
Everyday i sit here thinking of you
I miss the fun we had and the times we shared,
And how we use to go everywhere.
Now all i have is memories to keep,
I think about me and u every night before I sleep.
As i sit and look out the window I say,
MAYBE SHE'LL COME BACK ONE DAY! ! !
By: Ja'Tasha McGrapth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem