Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Unsaid Thoughts Turned Into Unsaid Letters

In the head space I never thought was real or exposed but through my writing I found the unsaid letters that started out as silent words of mysteries where someone never had the greatest of mind to see what goes through my mind but as I go back there are thoughts through the music that I sometimes cannot control and some are just an anger feeling of what the past had put me through to where I speak out in reality where it seems like I am drawing a blank because my head space seems so scattered and uncontrolled where the rain are the unsaid letters of drops of blood that comes from my veins which go to my head like roses that have been sitting for days inside of the sand waiting…