Beating Tree Poems
A Rose I Am No More
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
What You Are
The beauty of a rose, is what you are.
You are the face of God, heavenly in all.
The reason my heart still beats, is what you are.
You are the blood in my veins, each dropp filled with joy.
The song stuck in my head, is what you are.
You are the voice of an angel, your voice saved me from hell.
The cure for my disease, is what you are.
You are worth the sun, the moon and everything in-between.
The dream I never want to end, is what you are.