Roses
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are yew.
But the roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And my wrists are stained red.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are yew.
But the roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And my wrists are stained red.

