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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