Roses Are Not Always Red
Roses are white
Roses are red
Roses are pink
Roses are orange
Roses are any color
You want them to be
Life is born as a
White rose
The purest form
When life hits you with
Hardship
With death
With trauma
Your white rose slowly turns
Red
Red roses
The sign of love
Love prevails
Through the
Hardship
The death
The trauma
Love can break apart hurt
Turning your white rose
Pink
Pink Roses
The sign of joy
The proof that hurt can be
Overcome
Then life can become
Happy
You can find passion
In all things
Turning your rose
Orange
Orange roses
The sign of enthusiasm
Life finally feels like
Love
Like joy
Enthusiasm
Life is colorful
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