Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red, violets are blue
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.
but the roses are wilting, the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl is empty,
and your wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining. The sky isn't clear.
There's no sliver lining because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight.
You're laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty is unreal, your smile is the sun
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone.

I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from you eyes
been there since you said your goodbyes.
I want to forget, but most times I don't.
I want to let go, but I know that I won't
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head.
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead