My white rose i gave to you
and you left it there to bleed
i saw what became of it
crushed and broken in the street
i offered you my love
and unaccepted it was
my consciousness drowns
in the shallow pools of the beach
a dawn without a noon
for us as one
the sun never reaching its highest
dawn as 100 degree temperature
and the day fading and cooling
as night will settle in
whatever could have happened
has been swept away by the wind
any existence of love
washed away by the coming tide
my hope is also carried away
by the wind that takes existence
and it scatters all around
in pieces so small i wonder
if i can see them even now
now i have a choice
to search the world for pieces
or let them erode in the waters
my heart tells me to let go
forget about the existence of the thing
we call love and believe
that it has never existed
but my mind of confusion and disarray
pulls me to pick them up
all the pieces of my existence
without love my existence is meaningless
so my choice has come to that
listen to my heart
and believe love will never come again
or understand my mind
and be sure of triumphs in the coming
for once my heart is wrong
and judgment of mind overtakes its shadow
the shadows of the shadow of me
keep growing until it replicates
as long as the sun still shines
my shadows exist
and so do i
so i cross over that white rose
and leave it there to bleed
