Roses are Red (my version)

Roses are red, this world is dead. Violets are blue, we all know it's true. Honey is sweet, it's not something we can treat. Love is difficult, but must we cover everything with asphalt? The roses have wilted, some people are twisted. The violets are dead, lies are all they have ever said. The honey has gone bitter, there's way too much litter. Love has been lost, and soon life on Earth shall exhaust.