Photo: Alex Markovich
Violets are blue, roses are red.
If you had her gift, would you trade it instead?
For a while Rose thought she was losing her mind or her eyes
But then realised that only she saw blood where there were lies
Beautiful lips that she once treasured and listened to
Were now covered in scarlet and reddened dew.
Teachers’, friends’, Mum’s and Dad’s, and strangers’ lies
Blue, black, yellow and white lies, they all stained crimson in Rose’s eyes.
Daddy asked her once, why she was so quiet for her size
She didn’t mean to be rude, but she just thought it wise
After all she realised, with a closed mouth, it’s hard to tell lies.
Violets are blue, Rose are red
Don’t tell a lie or be caught dead
These were the thoughts she said in her heart
As she looked in the mirror and her day would start.
For though so many other faces were stained
In the mirror her reflection, clean and pure it remained.
Then one day, in class, the teacher holding his behind
Stuck his other hand out bearing a pin and made them stand in line
And while every pupil said they did not know who planted the pin
They could not believe, neither could she, when her lips could not hold the names in
And yes, the culprits got what they deserved in class
But revenge was served cold, ending with her covered in trash
Her cheeks red hot and her dress smelling like sin
Her mother was shocked as Rose tried to rush in
I’ll sort them out just tell me who did this my child
With fear in her eyes thinking of what they would do next, she put on a smile
And said, We were playing hide and seek and I just chose a bad place to hide.
Violets are red, Roses are blue
I can lie and so can you.
Rose could not bear to see herself in the glass
Because now that pure reflection was a thing of the past
No matter how many times she tried to wash her lips
When she looked at the corner of her mouth, the trail of a single blood drip.