She was a rose beautiful, delicate.
She was a rose silky and smooth.
She had a kind heart in a world full of hate.
Her kindness only a few knew because she began to push many away.
Soon she began to build her roots
up... and up.
Not allowing anyone through, they had to climb for how long?
No one, not even she knew.
She thought she was innocent because she knows what it's like to be pricked, to bleed.
Yet after some time her thorns rested around her and her true colors no longer could be seen.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
She was a rose beautiful, delicate.
She was a rose silky and smooth.
She had a kind heart in a world full of hate.
Her kindness only a few knew because she began to push many away.
Soon she began to build her roots
up... and up.
Not allowing anyone through, they had to climb for how long?
No one, not even she knew.
She thought she was innocent because she knows what it's like to be pricked, to bleed.
Yet after some time her thorns rested around her and her true colors no longer could be seen.