Collections of Poetry

Blue Rose

All of their roses were a red hue.

Mine was the color blue.

If you were to ask me why,

I promise I'd try not to cry.

For you see, blue has its two meanings,

just as how the red can be held by two beings.

Blue roses can stand for the love I hold,

the love that can protect many from the cold.

The love that has many stories to tell,

only if you treat it well.

Blue stands for the the many dreams I dreamed,

for there is more to life than it seems.

For if you were to see the imagination and creativity,

that will be your escape from reality.

But the blue rose can also stand for sorrow.

The sorrow of the possible tomorrows.

Loss has been too common for me now.

If you must ask, I'll tell you how.

To heartbreak from the ones that have rejected my heart,

to the ones who mocked me from the very start.

Blue stands for the same cold I fight,

though it can consume me as I try with all my might.

It stands for the tears many shed,

as I try to reject the thoughts in my head.

There's a reason why I hold a blue rose.

Now you finally know that this isn't what I chose.