Thunderstorm

The storm in my heart is brewing
On this hot and humid day in June
Children are running all around
Yet my feet can't seem to leave the ground

Roses white are dying slow
In your heart you will never know
That I love you the way I do
And just what I would do for you

Roses yellow is our sign
We'll never cross the friendship line
It doesn't matter what I might dream
Friends are all we'll ever be it seems

Roses lavender, they are so rare
It's almost hard to see you there
Like the love in my heart hidden deep
Somewhere that you can never reach

Roses red with petals falling fast
This day may well be our last
Sometimes I wish that I were like you
I wish I could let the storm die, I really do

By Beulah Marie Starr
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