The roses are dead,

The violets lost their hue,

You wanna know what else is dead?

My feelings for you.

You broke my heart,

Where my feelings used to reside,

But now my pain is making art,

Though I’m still dead on the inside.

I don’t feel anymore,

Like roses that have died,

Confliction causing mental war,

For hours I have cried.

You’re the reason I am like this,

Emptiness engulfs me,

But it is what it is,

You’ll see…

Because of you

My roses died,

I couldn’t see it through,

Empty on the inside.

Dead roses,

Dead me,

Wilted roses

Are all you’ll see.