Roses are blue
Violets are red
Every word that was said
Was never true
Down my spine
You sent a chill
I still called you mine
For a fleeting thrill
You fell hard
You fell fast
We were never meant to last
You left me broken, scarred
Long nights I've cried
With so many scars
They never show
For no one can know
Because darling,
Roses are blue
Violets are red
Every word that was said
Was never true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem