Red Roses

Red roses sat on the table that night.
A darkness took over with sadness.
A battle that will never be one.

Red rose where in the garden.
Dying one by one.
My heart feel pain of the loss.

Red roses lie on a grave.
You are gone and have left us behind.
All we have are red roses.

 

Roses are red
Kale is Green
If I ride too fast on a motorcycle
They will take out my spleen

 

I like this one a lot. It captures the atmosphere of grief quite well