Roses are fine,
Violets upset.
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
Roses are fine,
Violets upset.
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
I like poems and proses,
Violets and roses,
Beautiful sad chants
From the Land of Mosses.
I like waterfalls and valleys,
Aisles and alleys,
The places of ogres,
And adventures in galleys.
I like daylight and mornings,
Coffee in evenings,
Little birdies chirping
With my view adorning.
I like the blues,
I like the hues,
Everything red,
You got clues.
I like dancing in silence,
In everyone’s absence.
Walking in darkness,
Waiting for acceptance.
I like chocolates with my meals,
Waffles with cereals,
Everything odd,
Nothing so real.
I like the odds,
I like everything strange,
I like the weirdness,
I don’t like to change.
Roses reincarnate,
Violets born,
My veins all red,
My heart’s so torn.
Let yourself free from this world of sadness where your thoughts afloat and your anxieties grab your soul and push you further into the dark.
Let yourself free from the tiny shell that you have confined yourself in.
Let yourself free from the company of your best friend, loneliness. Let go of her, move on for once.
Let yourself free from all this mess, from your materialistic self.
Let yourself free.
For once atleast.
Roses are cursed.
Violets divine.
My thoughts afloat,
My heart’s a shrine.
Roses are deaf,
Violets blind.
My heart’s bereft.
Our fates interwined.