I'm in this room with nothing to do,
It is very quiet and motionless too...
I looked at a small table with my eyes,
Something has caught to my surprise...
A pile of roses was resting upon it,
I walked near them and I began to sit...
I looked at each and every flower,
All of these colors were piled in a tower...
Every color is different from one another,
Each one haves a different meaning than the other...
I spotted a vibrant colored rose that is red,
Where the meaning love can be spred...
The yellow rose caught my eye for being bright,
Meaning joy and friendship, what a delight...
Right after was the untouched color.. white,
All of it's purity and innocence, it is a great sight...
The solid color of orange came into play,
It shows desire and enthusiasm, I might say...
The most florescent color of the bunch is pink,
It haves grace and perfect happyness... I think...
Lavender is such a beautiful color to me,
It means enchantment, as you can plainly see...
The black rose is my favorite kind of rose out of all,
Too bad it doesn't exist... death is what I would call.......
 Lylery Lusifer · Sun May 30, 2010 @ 02:02pm · 0 Comments |
