• jamarigillyard16 9w

    Burning rose

    This burning rose in my hand
    Just like love it begins to disband
    It blows away as if it was in front of a blowing fan.
    Days get darker nights get colder
    My heart gets older.
    A new rose in my hand
    But this time,
    I send it down the riverbed.
    No more burning roses
    My eyes close
    And my heart opens.
    In my hand now a white rose,
    The right rose,
    This is a bright rose.
    I smell the scent of beauty when it's close to my nose.
    This rose was rare
    This rose taught me how to care
    This girl makes me want to take the dare
    Beauty like hers makes me realize life isn't fair
    Her love is something I will always wear.