Answer:
Roses are white,
Violets are bright,
Daisys are fake,
Your not my type,
Sing me a song,
Im not taylor swift,
When you sing to me,
You show me your gift,
The worlds that you open,
The words that are faded,
The roses are white,
and the daisys are painted.
Color isn't real it depends of your perspective,
I see nothing in color, Its all in my head though,
If I wanted to see the real you,
I realize that your heart isn't yellow,
I finally see that my type doesn't matter,
the person you are is more that enough,
and if someone can't see that then you should give up,
Speaking of this, just let me go,
If i'd seen it before,
I would go home,
Im not taylor swift but this wasn't going to last,
Belive it or not, we all knew it'd came fast.
