when he brought me pink roses i was confused
when he said,
"these pink roses reminded me of you"i don't like the color pink
something about the color pink is
a bit off to meit's warm,
sappy,
and snobby;
too feminine for my tastebut i kept those pink roses
and i placed them in an empty glass bottlewhen our love started to die
the roses did tooi still kept them
when you were long gone
the roses were deadbut i still kept them
i stare at those pink roses every so often
some how he knew
pink was my favorite color
c.r
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.