A white rose blooms with the sun rise
school starts as summer dies
a friendship is started, but like the rose
it eventually goes
The friendship was strong like precious metals
yet soft and fragile like petals
a friendship like a white rose
a friendship no other would have chose
the white rose dies away
so the friendship dies within the last school day
only for the rose to return the next year
while the friendship only leaves behind fear
a hurtful, burning fear
of not returning the next year
The white rose lives on
but the friendship is now gone
gone and never to return
their friendship burned with one wrong turn
but the white rose lives on and on
yet seems to be gone
gone into the wind
like some how it sinned
a friendship in ruins only in time to realize
all they had to do was open their eyes
* its like the first real poem i have ever written so its not that good...its for a school assignment
