White roses are always overlooked

Like me,

Sitting in the back

Reading some book

They don’t stand out much

They’re pale in the light

No one cares about them

Only red ones catch eyes

But if you ask me,

I wouldn’t want any red roses

They remind me of the blood and the pain

And why I wrote this

So if you send me a bouquet

(thank you in advance)

Don’t put any red ones,

Give the white rose a chance