Unrequited

Roses are red 

violets are blue 

colors are dead 

my soul is too 

I walk along, 

rose in hand,

wondering what color, I scanned 

the weight of the title, "red," 

could it live up to that? 

No it couldn't, because the rose had been wilted and dead 

for awhile I held in in my hand but now it was under my foot, flat

The petals no longer were of the vibrant color of red

they were crumpled and brown and black 

why can't I remove my feelings for you from my head 

take your love back, just take it back

some roses aren't red, 

some violets aren't blue 

but that's just a decision 

that is up to you and only you.