Roses have left,
Violets gone,
I believed in your loyalty
But I was wrong.
Roses have left,
Violets gone,
I believed in your loyalty
But I was wrong.
Roses are blue,
Violets Crimson Red,
You noticed my bruises
And not my heart that bled.
Roses reincarnate,
Violets born,
My veins all red,
My heart’s so torn.
Roses are cursed.
Violets divine.
My thoughts afloat,
My heart’s a shrine.
Has it ever been that you’ve stopped just a step before you were about to do something? Have you ever stopped being yourself, caring for yourself and cared about others’ opinions instead? Have you ever stopped dreaming? Have you ever stopped living?
Deep down, you’ll realize…that yes, it’s true. You have, each moment, each minute, each second of your life, stopped doing what you’ve wanted to. Stop trying , for what you could have achieved and won.
People will speak the shit they wanna. Will let you down, will try to chop off your wings. But don’t listen to their opinions. Fly, as above the sky you can. Swim the deepest of oceans. Spread your wings like an angel, and soar above the sky. Run, walk, crawl, but just don’t stop moving ahead.
Roses are deaf,
Violets blind.
My heart’s bereft.
Our fates interwined.
Roses are flawed.
Violets are blemished.
The people I loved and cared for,
Are the one that actually vanished.
© Khushi Suneja
Roses are dead,
Violets gloom,
My heart’s in pain,
My life’s in a doom.
© Khushi Suneja