Roses were red, now they are blue.
Violets are purple, and I haven’t got a clue.
I searched my thoughts for contradictions,
but ended up with little fictions.
Grab hold to what’s real,
and let your imagination heal.
I dream many things, but only few
come true.
I wake up in the same bed,
but it was someone else’s in my head.
I lay with you,
to find that my feelings are true.
So take heed,
for we do not know
where the path may lead.
I gave you blank pages and a cover,
and you write in here,
For now, and forever.