Not Red

The roses aren't red.

My violets aren't blue

I was alone

where were you?

 

The days come together

the rest never lasts

my life is ship

and you broke the masts.

 

Still the world turns,

slowly yet surely.

I don’t want to grieve

so tell me, why did you leave?

 

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