Life and Death
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the time comes
When the flowers die
And the sugar bowl
Is empty
And the time has come
When death has taken
You with such great
Welcome and I want
That too
But now my wrists are
Stained red and with
“That Blood”
Seeping out of those
Wounds like red
Those teardrops to show
My grief and mourning
But this is how much
I want to be with you
As those tears fell
I hear tiny voices…
And they come as
One and it was you
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