Losing You

Roses may be red,
violets can be blue,
but they will never compare
to my love for you
if I lost you, the one I need
the roses in my house
would always bleed
dripping like the shed
of my tears
for all the now
wasted years
I sit on my bed
and miss you love,
my cherished years
with my other half
that makes me whole
I am lost in time
that doesn't matter to me
because my life
was lost when I lost you
so now the roses in my
house, my life,
shed the tears of lost
love and bleed the
misery I feel losing you.