Roses are perfect,
Violets are not.
You hated my imperfections,
While I was in love with your flaws.
Roses are perfect,
Violets are not.
You hated my imperfections,
While I was in love with your flaws.
Roses suffocate,
Violets choke,
As everything ours, feelings and trust,
Turned into smoke.
Roses are honest,
Violets lie.
You’ll realize my worth,
Perhaps, the day I die.