Purple Rose

There is a purple rose
in a field of red
Commands more attention
than those ever said.
There have been
Songs
Poems
Lyrics
And letters
 of the red rose
My heart bleeds
 for the purple instead.
I know how it feels
To be alone
Blooming in a field
that’s overgrown.
Are they blind
Can they not see
The purple rose
Is here
See
Still, no one knew
I called and cried
“HERE I AM”
No one hears the tears inside.
So I stand tall
Back erect
Eyes to the sky
Watching every sunset
For the day
You will see
That the purple rose
Is me.