All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Five Roses
He gave me five roses.
Told me when the last one dies,
our love no longer exists.
One of the roses was red,
for his burning desire inside.
One was black,
a red ribbon tied around the stem,
to keep the reaper of death away.
One was yellow,
for happiness that will come.
One was white,
representing the angels above.
The last mattered most,
it was as fake as can be.
With leaves attached to each side.
It was the color of grass,
on that warm summer morn.
It mattered because,
it would never die.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 2 comments.