RoSeS aRe ReD

Then again I must caress
in the spoor of my heart                                                                                  the glass will fall                                                                                        and the roses will turn red

The noise will fall to pieces
and you will look for the crack
the one you left inside of me
but it left with the roses

The bathtub will be full of water
and the window will
remind you of my heart
scince its broken on the floor

And the redness will follow
all the way to your room
were it can see you crying
to the letters I left you