In this town it seems no one likes the red Rose,
A strange thing as they normally are loved.
But not in this town.
In this town it's all about the pinks, the yellows and the whites.
However there is one outlier.
X.
X has always loved the reds.
Even though others looked down upon them,
They still loved the red Rose.
Even after the negative disrepute X still loved the red Rose.
But it didn't matter to X.
All X cared about was their Rose.
And all Rose wanted was anything but
X.
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PoesieLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
