Yellow roses are my favorite flower

She said

When I asked her why the answer

Didn’t matter in my head

They became my favorite flower as well

When I saw them I only thought of her

“Friendship” is what they meant

She told me as she smiled

Her eyes so blue and beaming

Yellow roses are my favorite flower

I won’t say again

Because when I look at them

They remind me of her

It’s a dread

I don’t want to remember

The friendship we had

I don’t want to remember you

Yellow roses

Yellow roses are not my favorite flower