They say roses are red
But what about the other ones
That aren't so compassionate; Red
What about the mystery
What about the darkness
Black; Are roses red?
What about the Exceptional
What about the playful
Pink; Are roses red?
What about he unexplainable
What about the nature
Yellow; Are roses red?
What about the oblivious
What about the cleanliness
Blue; Are roses red?
What about when blood hits oxygen
Once blue turns to red
Without compassion
Why would we want any other
Roses are all different
It's just the lust we desire
The compassion; Red

