Yellow Rose

All of my roses are yellow.
That is just how they grow.
I wished they have red color flow.

And couples around me follow as I begin to fall.
One petal after another,I try and make it red.
But everyone has someone while for me yellow petals flow.

I’ll stay with my yellow color for now.
Don’t need to worry,why or how.
Maybe I am not a red rose.

Yellow petals and unusual thorns.
People shutting doors in my face.
And all of my petals are away.

I wish red they would grow.
But it’s just how I was made.
As hope inside me fade.

For I don’t have red roses like all of you.
I just want to be me,know the truth.
My vines are a pastel,dull green.

That’s how they have always been.
I’ll stay with my yellow color for now.
But do tell if you found a cure – why or how.

Maybe I don’t belong in a normal garden.
Maybe my yellow petals are a burden.
Because they are not white or red.

Couples all around me, experiencing love from my arrows.
To be different can be hard.
And then there is her, red petals the whole way.

I just sit under the shade of a tree.
As it softly speaks to me.
It tells me,you are unique the way you are.

With yellow petals,not red.
It is just how we all grow.
And I hope love,hope inside me flow.

All of my friends find ways in so many different ways.
What else to say to your face?
All my petals are tinted yellow.

I hoped for soon to accept.
So I don’t regret when I dye my petals red as they fall off.
To be different is really tough.

They tell me,make them red or pink.
As a ship float and sink.
They say red blush,blooming is a masterpiece.

As I try to give someone my yellow rose.
Make them take it despite the thorns,let it grow.
And my conclusion follow.

Maybe I will be in my own special garden.
And my petals won’t be a burden.