Roses are red Violets are blue My day wasn’t perfect And neither were you
I fell to the ground I scraped my knee I dropped my books I caught my headphones I missed the bus My phone died I bombed a test I spilt my lunch My pen ran out of ink I slammed my hand in my locker I tripped in front of a class I was splashed by coffee I was sneezed on My period started (I had no supplies) It rained and I had no umbrella My favorite food was gone I was late Nothing went right
Yet you picked that day To decide I wasn’t your friend You never told me why You just left me
I had to tell myself That I was better off That losing my best friend Wasn’t too bad
You pretend I don’t exist Even though, You sit by me in every class When you look at me I have to pretend I didn’t cry over you I have to pretend That you don’t matter
And even though it tears me apart It worked.
Roses will still be red Violets will still be blue My day will never be perfect At least, not without you
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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to