ya know,
white roses have to be my most favorite flower. there differant. red roses are better then the white rose. red roses live happy while the white sits in sorrow. white roses get eaten. red get picked and loved.

white roses seem to be miss understood all they ever wanted was to have red roses happy. but red roses never liked the white roses to begin with. it was all fake.

bury me with white roses. they make me happy.