Tulips Have No Thorns Poem by Justin Henry

Lieing on your bed
you are silently screaming at the ceiling.
I watch that angel run down your cheek,
shattering your porcelain clear complexion,
Don't let your make-up bleed,
Don't let your beauty become tainted,
Your trying to grasp something to stand upon,
trying to release yourself from this deep dark tomb.
The rose falls apart, so I think tulips are just perfect.

I'm looking deep within you, trying to grasp the truth
trying to carress your emotion
and I see butterflies playing in your hair, .
Everything is so crystal clear,
Reality dies
in tranquill destruction
Your insecure feelings
To be fooled by illusions and captivating grace
They will decay to worthless dust

I think tulips are prettier