I think being a rose would be a lovely existing. Little girls will pick me from their mothers garden and put me in there golden locks as my beauty will make there grin spread. Ill grow lush green leaves that curl creating twists and turns hugging me and ill feed off there love. The red in my petals will attract bees and someone will finally depend on me, once they leave they'll always return I will know. The red will fade but ill have hope for my petals will fall to the ground every cold rush that comes and ill grow back a deeper red then ever before.
Ill bloom each year with inspiration and My veins will be filled with potential like my friends trees are filled with sap. Being a rose would make me so happy, I can almost taste the sunshine.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
