A Red Rose
Represents my Love and Desire
My Admiration, Devotion and respect
The words I can't convey
I love you

A White Rose
To show my purest of thoughts
The gentle innocence of my love
My Hopes of
A New beginning

A Yellow Rose
Symbolising our friendship
The warmth and the joy
The care of when our feelings were
Platonic

A Pink Rose
Serves as Elegance and Grace
The intoxicating sweetness
The gratitude and appreciation
Thank you

An Orange Rose
Full of passion and energy
Our Pride and Fervor
Delivering a sense of fascination
I'm Proud

A Lavender Rose
Embodies Majesty and splendour
My adoration for you
My Heart full of enchantment
Love at first sight

A Blue Rose
Unachievable by nature
Expresses your mysterious charms
My Desire of the unattainable
I can't have you, But I can't stop thinking about you

A Single Black Rose
As words of my final farewell
The mourning and sadness
Illustrate the death of the relationship
A Tragic love.

Waking up at the break of dawn
Blood and Ash replace the floor

Forced to hunt
Forced to survive

Forced to track down kids my age
Vision clouded with blood and gore
Feel it swim in my boats as I search for more
I see the hozion
I search for my friends
But I don't know where they are
I don't know where anyone is
For I am alone in The Hunger Games
Stuck in this witless war
For I fight for my everything friends and family
Only to lose my identity
Replaced with a gun and army uniform

For this is the way of war

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What is the point in love~
What is the point in feeling~
When every emotion is temporary
And every thing is consistently shifting

Once we feel it
Then its gone
Back to been all alone

So what is the point
In pursuing in interest
When its gone in a minute
Treasureing in something
That is so easy to replace

I'd rather be permanently out of place
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I miss you old friend
Who i thought our friendship
would last till the end

For I was mislead
Believed in someone
who would pretend
to be my best friend

For they would forever condescend
until the bitter end
And there I was left to defriend
my dear old friend

In order to let my mind unbend
From this pressure and torture
I was left to contend

As I reflect on our childhood
And the time we would spend
I would comprehend if the past
was ever genuine or just pretend