Roses are red

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My heart now dead,

For you had fled.

Merlot is red,

Liquer is blue,

Why did you leave,

Knowing I would grieve.

My blood is red,

My veins are blue,

I slash and thrash,

Leaving a gash.

Yet roses still red,

Violets still blue,

I will never forget you,

No matter how much I want to.