Post by paranoid212 on Sept 21, 2006 17:41:28 GMT -5
Dead Roses
Old red roses dry and dead,
Wilted petals fall insted.
He once gave to me to keep,
Those days they lagged like lonely sleep.
And now they sit as time has passed,
Alone without a love at last.
I sit with no more tears to cry,
Near wilted roses that just wont die.
A phone with no one left to call,
I try to forget but don't at all.
I once had your name to find,
I called it sweet good and kind.
But when I found it it was gone,
You took it back and then moved on.
So now I sit here cold and blue,
With nothing more for me to do.
But sit with nothing left to say,
And throw the roses all away.
Old red roses dry and dead,
Wilted petals fall insted.
He once gave to me to keep,
Those days they lagged like lonely sleep.
And now they sit as time has passed,
Alone without a love at last.
I sit with no more tears to cry,
Near wilted roses that just wont die.
A phone with no one left to call,
I try to forget but don't at all.
I once had your name to find,
I called it sweet good and kind.
But when I found it it was gone,
You took it back and then moved on.
So now I sit here cold and blue,
With nothing more for me to do.
But sit with nothing left to say,
And throw the roses all away.
