Pay attention

.

Here, I said otherwise

I've beaten you

I'm open to you. Why
did you beat me so?

A rose for those hidden in the grey

Do not look at me as I pose

Pale beneath me

When the magnolia grabs the light,
all else pales beneath it, and you.

Look, can you see

Faces, full of dirt

The Rose

It may look a little crazy
to be called the rose

I forget the light in winter

Hidden in the shadows

Who needs colour when

How bright shall I be for you to see

Chase unwanted

Is this how an argument ends