The Rose Story Poem by Cheyenne Harbison

From 7th ‘til now, roses told out story;
I wonder how it will come to end; in pain or glory?


The beginning of us is in shades of yellow,
It was summer time.
A time of joy and so much care. You had me at hello,
But I never fathomed you would ever be mine.

Our yellow rose was soon tipped in red,
I was falling for you.
You were the weaver and I your thread.
My heart was woven once more; anew.

Then it turned a complete red hue
Filled with love and so much passion.
My world was going right, if only you knew;
Yet my whole heart would soon be crashin'.

By summer of next, it went black with betrayal
I let it all go down the drain.
My memories were always a portrayal
Of all that pain.

Now I'm left with a rose turned blue
I had thought the pain was dead and gone.
Now I just want to be with you,
But the reality of the pain I brought has finally dawned.

I want you back to try again;
But I'm scared our rose will wilt and nothing will remain.