Roses Red

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
anger is a yell
a nightmare not a dream
don't ever ask them why
the angry often cry
anger hurts them both
anger doesn't lie

shatter all the moments
in record breaking time
angry at the loss
angry at the crime

let it out...
...shout

she said paint her roses red
she wanted them painted red
nothing mattered then
but that
'why aren't my roses red
did you hear what I had said?'
the moment came and went
at that

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
roses torn a part
by Alice in a dream
she doesn't know why
she began to cry
angry at the Queen
anger doesn't lie

the looking glass is shattered
in record breaking time
angry now and cross
angry at the crime

let it all out now
shout it all out now

roses remained white
such a bright sight
Alice left that night
she didn't want to fight

9/28/14

by: Elizabeth Azpurua