Red Rose

Let me be a red rose.
God's wonderful creation.
I wear those thorns on my sleeves,
I am my own protection.

I get handed over,
My destiny to move on.
from one lover to another,
what a reason to be born.

I must be sent from above.
Despite being so spiteful,
I am the trade of love.
They say I'm beautiful.

Are you my keeper?
I seek for one.
I am a great lover,
if you're the one.

If you keep me in your book,
and leave me to go dry,
my essence refuse to live on.
I will not be lonely.

Keep me in water,
and I'll stay alive.
I wont be forever,
so lets not waste time.

I am truly yours,
with no regrets.
When the reds all fall,
Please Don't forget.

Painted Face

My painted face with four colors

Red lipstick with bronzer on my cheek bones,
Pitch black liner and lashes out in power,
Outstanding look of a beige based tone.

My painted face with four colors
A tainted smile that got you intrigued,
That face I do to compliment summer,
But those eyes they don’t lie, they couldn’t be included.

My painted face with four colors
Memories of twenty springs,
Countless days of winter wonders,
That’s plenty underneath my skin.

My painted face with four colors
The truth about today is a lie for tomorrow.
Deceiving you yet still a favor,
Some version of yesterday that I made you follow.

Those four colors which none of mine,
My face was always heavily painted.
Only if there is trust I could find,
You will get to see me naked.