White Rose

I walked on my garden and found a rose,

White as snow, the only one of its kind.

The red ones were burning, but this one froze.

Abandoned and unused, but no one mind.

It looked down, as if to surrender,

For it was aware that Lust succeeded,

And that this world had a new commander.

As I sat on the grass, I concluded

That to live in such a world would end me.

I called for a heaven but no answer.

I was stuck like this rose, glued by a tree,

I prayed that I could become a dancer,

So that I could live in their universe,

But being someone else is a damn curse.