Ashes to Rosies to Posies to Dust

Ring around red rosies,

the symbol of love.

Pockets full of posies,

innocent like a dove.

Ashes, ashes

we all fall down.

To pieces, to pieces

my heart falls out.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Will pain follow love?

It must it must.

What comes next?

From pain to lust.

A vicious cycle,

By one may ask why.

Nobody knows.

So just love, lust,

then die.