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 are fine,
Violets upset.
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
Roses are mine,
Violets yours,
You’ll retreat,
My heart fake reassures.
Roses are fatal,
Violets impure,
Your love was a disease,
That I couldn’t ever cure.
Roses are thirsty,
Violets starve,
I gave you my heart,
And you ripped it in half.
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.
Roses are lost,
Violets unsure,
You killed a relation,
A relationship so pure.
Roses are no more,
Violets died,
Yes, my soul bled
The day you lied.
© Khushi Suneja
Roses are liars,
Violets betray,
Yes, I got attached
But you left me astray.