Viola
A teenager's unrequited romantic feelings for a girl attired in his cherished colorsViolets bloom in spring, they say; Girl, I knew no other way, I was shy and scared that day, Guess that’s why you strayed away. Little girl in black, walk on, Depressed, like me—the colors gone; A smile, so soft, I’d grown so fond, A frown, so cold, lik...