Life

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Blood is red

And your veins are blue

How can something so beautiful and simple

Turn to dark and sad

How can you be fine

Then one day die

I know not everything can be good

But does it have to hurt so much when it’s bad

Why can’t life be easy 

Like a flower with pretty colors

Though, when you think 

Oh, how easily the flower could be picked, crush, wilted, and withered