Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The things unsaid,
The things they do.

Thoughts in my head,
Scary as they be,
Are the things unsaid,
About you and me.

You say let it go,
Just get is out of me head,
But you should know,
Some things are better left unsaid.

You can know what they’re thinking,
Those things unsaid,
The thoughts linking,
All those thoughts in their head.

Those words unsaid,
Aren’t always a good thing,
Those words crawling in your head,
Those words sting.

The things you say,
Might as well have been unsaid,
Even if you say your okay,
Tears run down your head.

Whispers in the hall,
Whispers in your head,
Your relationships fall,
All because of those things unsaid.

The things unsaid,
The things they do,
All those thoughts in my head,
Are mostly about you.