Bloody Valentine
Roses are red,
My dear,
And violets are blue;
Flowers are nice
My dear,
But long overdue.
Blood, too, is red,
My dear,
As is the blade -
There’s a hole
In my heart,
You’re a little too late.
Forgive me
My tears,
My dear,
Forgive me my pain.
Forgive me the blood
Staining the page.
Roses are red
My dear,
And violets are blue;
My eyes cannot see,
My dear,
Where are you?
Bring me roses,
My dear,
When I’m off
To the grave -
I will love you forever
As I do on this day.
This poem was written in the 1980s for a poetry writing and critique class — I remember the assignment was to take something cliche and make it into a poem.
KJ said this on August 27, 2009 at 1:32 pm