The roses have wilted

Roses are red, voiletts are blue.
Sugar is sweet and, perhaps so are you.
But the roses have wilted, the voilettes are dead.
The sugar bowls empty, your wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear.
There's no silver lining, you no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight.
Your laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beautys unreal, your smile like the sun.
But time can't be turned, nor your actions undone.
The words you wrote, that only I will read.
"I love you so much, don't cry if I bleed."
A bond that we formed, this love ran so deep.
A pain that we shared, this drop was so steep.
I wanted to hold you, whipe the tears from you eyes.
Erase the moment, we both said goodbye.
I want to forget, but most times I dnt.
I want to let go but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head.
The roses have wilted, the voiletts are dead.