The innocent child was a rose
with velvety skin in bloom.
Small prickly thorns here and there
to protect her personality.
A fresh fragrance smelled
after a long soothing bath.
The appearance was beautiful in
every way.
A wild rose at home
letting out every feeling
A domestic rose at school, tamed, making sure that she'll always be the perfect little angel.
Surrounded by bunches of friends
making sure that she's never lonely.
A red rose is what she is,
bashful and shy, when around her crush.
A yellow rose in the sunlight
when she's able to be hyper
A rose that has been dyed black when
hiding something from her parents
A rose, made of chocolate when trying to be sweet
to get what she wants
A rose dipped in gold,
when showing her pure heart
At the beginning of summer
she's brilliant and excited
But towards the end
a little more wilted and exhausted
She carries around petals
of emotions
The innocent child was a rose
ready to bloom into maturity
