Roses And Violets Poem by Gabriella Franco

The roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The violets aren't blue
And the roses aren't red

Spring in gone
Summer is cold
Old is young
And young is old

The sky is the ground
And The ground, the sky
The flowers are dying
And so am I

Growing so long
Finally in bloom
We never wanted
To be cut by you

You've taken our life
Our very source of hope
And tied us in a vase
With elastic rope

We can't get free
We can't see the sky
The flowers are dead now
And so am I