Beating Tree Poems

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.
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I take a step every second.
I take a breath every two.
Not looking back is what I have I to do.
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Coughing as if it’s all I can do do.
I I write & I write as I stutter reading the the words.
Im in in this this this mansion of needles needles and medics.
In the corner the corner please please please is what I mutter mutter.
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Buried & covered in mud.
Tears in the color of red
Suits & dresses of black.
Umbrellas covered in rain.
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Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.
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Part 1
When stars aren’t shining after the sun’s no longer burning.
It rumbles & grumbles, my stomachs twisting and turning.
My room fills with screaming, haunting & unforgiving shadows.
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Across the sea is where I will be.
I wonder what awaits me, oh wonders that are heavenly.
The gaze of maidens that hold beauty unknown to me.
The end of a scythe, that death brings secretly.
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Cold why is my heart so cold in the inferno of mans sins.
My heart has gone black, in this frozen pillar of ice.
My heart can’t beat anymore, in this place where love dies.
My heart isn’t strong anymore, weekend by these everlasting frozen tears.
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We can live inside a cave.
We can live inside my mind.
The only thing I want is to be by your side.
The only thing I need for you is to live splendidly.
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I died in the winter,
I died in the rain,
Cold and alone,
Scared and afraid,
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