Lesbian Poetry

Lost Rose

A rose in a field of weeds,
Beautiful as she was,
No one could see,
Lost in a world of pain and misery;
Though she tried hard to let her beauty shine,
It was only exposed for a limited time,
She'd stretch her arms and lift her head,
But her surroundings were to much to bear;
So she gave up and remained there
Adapting to her environment,
Dying every day,prayin someone would
come and take her away;
But the weeds around her were to blind to see
What a wonderful soul God had given thee;
So after years of hard blows,
He took her home where her spirit still glows.

this is dedicated to my cousin ANTIONETTE i miss u