Roses (A Poem)

Blue roses descend into a dark depth as a red rose is lifted up higher.

The white rose is given a place on the shelf, a reminder for those lost.

The yellow rose holds the memories of my hopes and dreams.

The black rose shows the keys of my sad heart, locked for now.

The green rose I've cut in half, to destroy the jealousy that plagued me.

The pink rose I keep nearby, to remind me of who has my heart.

The orange rose is like the flame still burning within me, as I fight for what I want.

The blue rose sinks inside my spirit, blazing with a warmth of my love for my family and friends.

The red rose surrounds my every waking thought, because that's the one that you gave me, when you told me you loved me.

For every rose a purpose, for every thought a definite feeling.