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a rose growing up but still relates to a young girl growing up and finding lvoe |
Like a rose so innocent just starting to bud taking its first mourning breath tears made of dew drops thorns as sharp as knives digging into his chest let her love bloom. Sun plays peek-a-boo her hands warm tickles her baby's neck waking her up helping her to grow to learn to love open up to the world. She reaches toward the sky when Papa Rain comes in begging for his love attention is all she wants a sprinkle of his care drops to her eager feet teaching how to love. Gramma Moon is on her watch as Mother goes to bed shines as a natural night-light a spotlight on her rose Moonlight Beauty, she reminds love from the heart find beauty behind the thorns. Weeds around her throat vines hold her down wind beats her up blades cut her arms she does not cry pushes through the pain makes herself love more. Sister Frost covers the ground Twin as a blanket of snow Mother warms her up as Papa cries his tears Gramma can only sit and watch as her beautiful rose blooms her fullest love. Taken from her place shoved in a glass to look pretty for her not to shwo her love that she was taught a failure to her loves disappoinment upon her. A nose steals her smell scissors cut her apart slices his fingers to protect her heart No one to love her she lets herself go to wilt and die. *): MEGAN *): |